She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all. ― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance Sometimes when I’m with you. I remember the things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind. And it’s really a gift, […]
Appreciating an attractive middle-aged woman is one of the great luxuries in life.
Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murakami
