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Most of the advice was along the lines of, "If you persevere in your efforts you will surely succeed," which is bullshit, if you ask me. People who turn to stuff like this have probably already persevered and gotten nowhere."
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Ryū Murakami |
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9382599
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Everyone's running around comparing wounds, like bodybuilders showing off their muscles. And what's really unbelievable is that they really believe they can heal the wounds like that, just by putting them on display.
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society
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Ryū Murakami |
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a9a15c3
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You have to watch your step with women these days, Pops. She could be involved with Yakuza or something. Even some of the girls in my class -- you should hear the stuff they talk about. Fifteen years old, and there's nothing they don't know. We're not in the age of Peace and Love anymore.
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Ryū Murakami |
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f943c5b
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Nice person, bad person -- that's not the level this girl is at. I can see you're crazy about her and probably won't be able to hear this, Ao-chan, but I think you'd be better off staying away from someone like her. I can't read her exactly, but I can tell you she's either a saint or a monster. Maybe both extremes at once, but not somewhere in between.
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Ryū Murakami |
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383be0b
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No forgiveness for lies.
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lies
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Ryū Murakami |
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6d252f1
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Who hasn't wanted to die at one time or another?
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suicide
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Ryū Murakami |
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bb58d09
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Malevolence is born of negative feelings like lonliness and sadness and anger. It comes from an emptiness inside you that feels as if it's been carved out with a knife; an emptiness you're left with when something very important has been taken away from you.
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Ryū Murakami |
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fa12ab4
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People always talk about the health benefits of Japanese food,' he said, 'but I'm fascinated by other aspects of the Japanese dining experience. Like the whole system of serving food at a counter like this, with the customers all facing the same direction, instead of each other. It's strange when you think about it. At a sushi bar, for example, everyone's facing the itamae-san, and you discuss the things you're eating - what type of squid t..
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Ryū Murakami |
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4e8dd3d
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Mislim da je ljudima koji vole horore samo dosadno u zivotu. Zude za podsticajma, a kada se stvarno jeziv film zavrsi, ponovo si uveren da si ziv i da svet jos uvek postoji kao i pre, i oni imaju potrebu da se u to iznova uveravaju. To je pravi razlog zasto postoje horor filmovi - oni sluze kao prigusivaci soka - i ako nestanu, to ce znaciti da gubimo jedan od nekoliko nacina na koje se nosimo sa anksioznoscu koju nasa masta proizvodi. Klad..
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Ryū Murakami |
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c1013f7
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I wasn't sure I knew any longer what was right and what was wrong. It was a very precarious feeling, but it hinted at a sense of liberation like I'd never experienced. Liberation from the countless little hassles of everyday life. It was as if the border between 'me' and 'not me' was dissolving, leaving me in a sort of slush. I was going somewhere I'd never been before.
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Ryū Murakami |
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It's always precisely the sort of smug old wanker you would never ever want to end up like. We don't live the way you tell us to because we're afraid that if we do we'll grow up to be like you, and the thought of that is unbearable. It's alright for you because you'll be dead soon anyway, but we've still got another fifty or sixty years to live in this stinking country.
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Ryū Murakami |
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b55e48e
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Such behaviours weren't the reasons parents abused children but the results of abuse.
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Ryū Murakami |
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ba1ceff
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Anyone who's had a visit from them has discovered an important fact about life: namely, that misery grows up all by itself, in a hidden place, without your even being aware of it, and then one day, suddenly, it knocks on your door. Happiness is just the opposite. Happiness is a cute little flower on your veranda, or a baby canary. You can see it growing, little by little, right before your eyes.
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Ryū Murakami |
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8be5938
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He wakes! The steel giant wakes! Long, long ago he rose from the sea, with the blood of life streaming from his belly. And then they buried him with thunder...and...carrots...at Stonehenge. But now he wakes again. The Age of Rotten Fish is over; the Age of Steel and Bombs is upon us. And he had come to give us life and strength, to free us form these cells, to restore us once again to baseball and ping pong! Sent by God from the Great Beyon..
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Ryū Murakami |
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438a9e2
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But why is it that if you imagine a baby who smells of milk, for example, you can't help smiling? Why is there such an agreement around the world about what is or isn't a foul smell? Who decided what smells bad? Is it impossible that somewhere in this world there are people who, if they sat next to a homeless fellow they'd get the urge to snuggle up to him, but if they sat next to a baby they'd get an urge to kill it?
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people
life
homeless-people
smells
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Ryū Murakami |
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ddad745
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Yeah. He wants to be a...what do you call those guys?" "A sommelier?" "Right. Said he wanted to see your collection." "At fifteen he's already decided what he wants to be?" "Lots of guys have." "Is that wise? To limit your options at such a young age?"
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Ryū Murakami |
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305de68
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I wonder why people you have to meet have to be such liars. They lie as if their lives depended on it.
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lies
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Ryū Murakami |
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37419b5
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I learned two important things about the sound I was searching for: that it had to be indirect, refracted or muffled in some way; and that the sound had to give the impression that it would continue forever- the sound of someone practicing piano heard faintly from an unknown direction, or the sound of gentle rain outside a window, punctuated by drops falling on the casement.
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Ryū Murakami |
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5ff364d
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But what I did sense was an emptiness like a black hole inside of him, and there was no predicting what might emerge from a place like that.
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loneliness
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Ryū Murakami |
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9ac736b
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Children would struggle desperately to feel love for their parents. Rather than hate a parent, in fact, they'd choose to hate themselves.
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parents-and-children
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Ryū Murakami |
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01a5aa8
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I thought if I were beautiful enough, all my dreams would come true. But you don't steady beautiful forever; one day you wake up and it's gone, and then where are you? Dreams are made with blood and sweat and tears.
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Ryū Murakami |
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2f6d1ab
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Children would struggle desperately to feel love for their parents. Rather than hate a parent, in fact, they'd choose to hate themselves. Love and violence became so intertwined for them that when they grew up and got into relationships, only hysteria could set their hearts at ease.
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hate
love
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Ryū Murakami |
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87c3b5e
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That's when he hit her, when he saw how scared she was. He couldn't bear it that she was frightened and asking for help. Asking for help is wrong. Because there isn't any such thing as help in this world.
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fear
helpless
psychosis
help
obsession
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Ryū Murakami |
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ce1c58f
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Lady #1, Maki, had never once given any thought to what was really right for her in her life, simply believing that if she surrounded herself with super-exclusive things, she'd become a super-exclusive person.
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japanese-literature
japanese
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Ryū Murakami |
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ea7581b
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Todo seguia igual que cuando dio el primer grito dentro de aquel casillero. Quizas ahora el casillero era mas grande; esta tenia piscina y jardin, habia un grupo de gente paseandose media desnuda y se permitia tener mascotas... Si, tenia todo tipo de tonterias: museos, cines, clinicas psiquiatricas, pero seguia siendo un enorme casillero de monedas, y por muchas capas de camuflaje que te pongas a traspasar, si es que te da por traspasarlas,..
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Ryū Murakami |
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People were infected with the concept that happiness was something outside themselves, and a new and powerful form of loneliness was born. Mix loneliness with stress and enervation, and all sorts of madness can occur. Anxiety increases, and in order to obliterate the anxiety, people turn to extreme sex, violence, and even murder.
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loneliness
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Ryū Murakami |
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4fcfa53
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They don't realize that they've changed; they think it's the world that changed.
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Ryū Murakami |
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4e8e3bd
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Advertising departments, as you know, are crawling with people whose frontal lobes are so underdeveloped that if you flatter them a bit they'll swear shit is platinum.
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Ryū Murakami |
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2f364ff
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Sinteen-years -old girls are probably the most sensitive and perceptive group of people in this entire country.
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Ryū Murakami |
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5c89e67
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Najgori moguci scenario uvek se oblikuje iza zavese, gde niko ne moze da ga otkrije niti da ga primeti, i onda jednog dana, bum, to postaje tvoja stvarnost. A kada jednom postane stvarnost, prekasno je da se bilo sta uradi.
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Ryū Murakami |
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c793277
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Ona vrsta usamljenosti u kojoj moras da se boris kako bi prihvatio situacju iz korena je drugacija od one vrste u kojoj znas da ces isplivati samo ako izdrzis.
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Ryū Murakami |
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00157f6
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If everyone could feel as I felt at that moment, dressed in my preppy sweater and McGregor coat and about to set out on a little journey with my Bambi-eyed girlfriend on Christmas Eve, all conflicts in the world would vanish. Mellow smiles would rule the earth.
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joy
relationship
happiness
love
peace
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Ryū Murakami |
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d41ba4f
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Oba-sans, to put it in somewhat difficult terms, are life-forms that have stopped evolving. And anyone can turn into an Oba-san. Young women, of course, but even young men, even middle-aged men --even children. You turn into an Oba-san the instant you lose the will to evolve.
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men
oba-san
will
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Ryū Murakami |
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86e843f
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Visto desde el espacio exterior, Tokio debe parecer una gran burbuja brillante en la que no hay lugar de donde esconderse de esa luz que parece atravesar todas las barreras; el cristal mas ahumado y la mas gruesa de las membranas, colandose hasta la ultima esquina de todas las habitaciones, al ultimo escondrijo y la ultima grieta, a todos los nidos de los pajaros y a toda las colmenas. No habia donde correr, ningun sitio en el que no pudier..
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Ryū Murakami |
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But sometimes things happen that no one hopes for. Events that cause everything you've worked towards, the life you've carefully constructed piece by piece, to come tumbling down all around you. No one is to blame, but you're left with a wound you can't heal on your own and can't believe you'll ever learn to accept, so you struggle to escape the pain. Only time can heal wounds as deep as that - a lot of time - and all you can really do is p..
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wounds
healing
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Ryū Murakami |
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dd35719
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It was around this time that I'd begun trying to perfect the art of fucking with people's minds. I'd figured out that when someone else was hogging the limelight, you could cut him down to size by bringing up a subject he didn't know anything about. If the other person knew a lot about literature, I'd talk about the Velvet Underground; if he knew a lot about rock, I'd talk about Messiaen; if he knew a lot about classical music, I'd talk abo..
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Ryū Murakami |
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da00408
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We sat side by side on the swings. The creaking sound they made seemed sexier to me than a Jimi Hendrix guitar solo.
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Ryū Murakami |
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e7b882b
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To distort our faces with joy, or wail and weep with sorrow, or collapse in agony, or wallow in sentimentality - wasn't an inviolable human trait but something we can lose simply by leading dull and dreary lives. 'A rich emotional life,' she'd written, 'is a privilege reserved only for the daring few'.
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feelings
living
sadness
happiness
life
numbness
emotions
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Ryū Murakami |
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0c4236a
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So e possivel confiar em alguem quando se acredita no dialogo com essa pessoa. (Miso soup, trad. Jefferson Jose Teixeira, ed. Cia. das Letras, 2005, p. 153)
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Ryū Murakami |
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eabcb6d
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American loneliness is a completely different creature from anything we experience in this country, and it made me glad I was born japanese.
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Ryū Murakami |
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52d1da9
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Ponekad je mnogo teze izaci na kraj s gluposcu nego sa svesnim zlom.
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Ryū Murakami |
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At sixteen, the caption read, this boy has never been hugged. Aoyama gazed for sometime at the kid's face. It was the face of a human being who'd been constructed exclusively of wounds. Not time or history or ambition, nothing but wounds. The face of a person who could probably kill someone without feeling anything whatsoever.
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Ryū Murakami |
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Even when you're talking to them face to face you have this feeling of not connecting, as if the words just pass through them. Sometimes they remind me of the Invisible Man, but I've never quite understood why they end up that way.
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Ryū Murakami |
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c407c49
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I remembered a friend who'd died of a bad liver, and what he'd always said. Yeah, he'd said, maybe it's just my idea, but really it always hurts, the times it don't hurt is when we just forget, we just forget it hurts, you know, it's not just because my belly's all rotten, everybody always hurts. So when it really starts stabbing me, somehow I feel sort of peaceful, like I'm myself again. It's hard to take, sure, but I feel sort of peaceful..
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Ryū Murakami |