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No, we weren't lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than love...

I thought about Kizuki. "So you finally made Naoko yours," I heard myself telling him. Oh, well, she...

Everything seems pointless since you left

I suddenly thought about my old girlfriend, the one I had first slept with in my third year of high ...

Because sometimes I have a need for human warmth, I answered honestly. Sometimes, if I can't feel s...

No, it's not sick. I wish I could be the one to hold you, though, I said. So hold me. Now. Right her...

Too many memories of her were crammed inside of me, and as soon as one of them found the slightest o...

It's hard not being able to see you, but my life in Tokyo would be a lot worse if it weren't for you...

But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have for happiness wher...

I'd swallow some whiskey and listen to the waves while I thought about Naoko. It was too strange to ...

Waiting for your answer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. At least let me ...

I loved Midori. And I had probably known as much for a while. I had just been avoiding the conclusio...

One thing became crystal clear to me when I couldn't see you anymore. I realized that the only way I...

No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, n...

I could never tell what was going on inside the pretty heads of the girls that Naoko brought along, ...

I have always loved Naoko, and I still loved her. But there is a decisive finality to what exists be...

I still loved Naoko. Bent and twisted as that love might be, I did love her. Somewhere inside me, th...

Once upon a time, you dragged a part of me into the world of the dead, and now Naoko has dragged ano...

He was a far more voracious reader than me, but he made it a rule to never touch a book by any autho...

I miss you something awful sometimes

You want to know why you felt that way about me even though you didn't love me.

I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in ...

I know, too, why she asked me not to forget her. Naoko herself knew, of course. She knew that my mem...

Somewhere between 'not enough' and 'not at all.' I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted t...

I straightened up and looked out the plane window at the dark clouds hanging over the North Sea, thi...

Here I was, seeing you almost every week, and talking with you, and knowing that the only one in you...

Maybe so, but I'm not just looking up at the sky and waiting for the fruit to drop. In my own way, I...

I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do someth...

I think of you now mare than ever. It's raining today.

I went on loving him just the same, and I could never be interested in anyone else.

In any case, though, I believe that I have not been fair to you and that, as a result, I must have l...

It was that kind of kiss. But as with all kisses, it was not without a certain element of danger

Not everybody is looking for a boyfriend with a sports car.

I had thought about it so often - too often, to the point where it had distorted my sense of time.

If you think about it, an unfair society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to...

There was much about him that was fine and beautiful, but he could never find the confidence he need...

We could all have been killed -or worse, expelled.

How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are so...

Me and my books, in the same apartment: like a gherkin in its vinegar.

One thousand ways to say goodbyeOne thousands way to cryOne thousands ways to hang your hatbefore yo...

Books were safer than other people anyway.

There was a table laid with jellies and trifles, with a party hat beside each place, and a birthday ...

So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what ...

The roller coaster is my life; Life is a fast, dizzying game. Life is a parachute jump; it's taking ...

The question ‘Why poetry?’ isn’t asking what makes poetry unique among art forms; poetry may indeed ...

What sort of a book would you like to read next?" she asked.

Perhaps the only people with the right to look at images of suffering of this extreme order are thos...

One can feel obliged to look at phototgraphs that record great cruelties and crimes. One should feel...

What is odd is not that so many of the iconic news photos of the past, including some of the best-re...

With time, many staged photographs turn back into historical evidence, albeit of an impure kind - li...

We" - this "we" is everyone who has never experienced anything like what they went through - don't u...

It is a view of suffering, of the pain of others, that is rooted in religious thinking, which links ...

Compassion is an unstable emotion. It needs to be translated into action, or it withers.

To set their sufferings alongside the sufferings of another people was to compare them (which hell w...

Perhaps too much value is assigned to memory, not enough to thinking. Remembering is an ethical act,...

It is felt that there is something morally wrong with the abstract of reality offered by photography...

Up to a point, the weight and seriousness of such photographs survive better in a book, where one ca...

No "we" should be taken for granted when the subject is looking at other people's pain.

Photographs objectify: they turn an event or a person into something that can be possessed.

It is intolerable to have one's sufferings twinned with anybody else's.

Photographs that depict suffering shouldn't be beautiful, as captions shouldn't moralize.

Making suffering loom larger, by globalizing it, may spur people to feel they ought to "care" more.

Often something looks, or is felt to look, "better" in a photograph. Indeed, it is one of the functi...

All memory is individual, unreproducible - it dies with each person. What is called collective memor...

The memory of war, however, like all memory, is mostly local.

In fact, there are many uses of the innumerable opportunities a modern life supplies for regarding -...

Narratives can make us understand. Photographs do something else: they haunt us.

Is there an antidote to the perennial seductiveness of war? And is this a question a woman is more l...

He loved books, those undemanding but faithful friends.

Out of worship and out of love he would let no one light the stove for her either, as if he would be...

Of course, you'll defend Jay," says Rango, He was a part of your former life, of your former values....

But love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst into their fullest bloo...

He had appointed her not only guardian angel, but a member of his ideals.

He failed to see that it contained at once all of Djuna's wishes which had been denied, and these wi...

Love the great narcotic was the revealer in the alchemist's bottle rendering visible the most untrac...

When you're in my arms, I know you're mine. But your feet are so swift, so swift, they carry you as ...

Ali Baba protects the lovers! Gives them the luck of bandits, and no guilt, for love fills certain p...

No moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a carele...

Men from the mountains always dream of the sea, and above all things I love to travel.

The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whol...

The magic beauty of simultaneity, to see the loved one rushing toward you at the same moment you are...

These rituals Rango could not sustain, for he could not maintain the effort to arrive on time since ...

When you trust, you are tender and delicate, but when you doubt, you are dangerous and destructive

Every word spoken in the past accumulated forms and colors in the self. What flows through the veins...

Every lover could be brought to trial as the murderer of his own love. When something hurts you, sad...

His entire body was pleading for reassurance, and if her whole love was not enough what else could s...

Although I was so big, and so rough in many ways, loved hunting, fighting, horseback riding, I loved...

No man and woman know what will be born in the darkness of their intermingling; so much besides chil...

I am sure you would not understand if I told you my father is delightfully clear and selfish, tender...

And it is that which draws me to you, too, for you are the tropics, you have the sun in you, and the...

What can I say Rango? What can I do to prove to you that I belong to you?

So many broken promises, each day an aborted wish, a lost object, a misplaced unread book, clutterin...

I loved your breaking down that door, repeated Djuna. Through Rango she had breathed some other real...

The fascination exerted by one human being over another is not what he emits of his personality at t...

In this instant of danger they realized they were each other's reason for living, and into this inst...

Her presence had awakened in him a man suddenly whipped by his earlier ideals, whose lost manhood wa...

You are that to me, an oasis. You drug me and at the same time you give me strength.

Paul, Paul, this is the claim you never made, the fervor you never showed. You were so cool and ligh...

No privacy left. No manners.

When we're healthy we respond to the presence of the hateful with fear and nausea.