How can I tell if your voice is beautiful.
I only know, that it penetrates me
and makes me shake like a leaf
and tears me to shreds and splits me.
What do I know about your skin and limbs.
It makes me tremble that they are yours,
so for me there is no sleep or rest,
till they are mine
‘How much is a lot?’
‘Like a spring bear’ I said.
‘A spring bear?’ Midori looked up again. ‘What’s that all about? A spring bear.’
‘You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in soring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, ‘Hi there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?’
‘Yeah. Really nice.’
‘That’s how much I like you’” —Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
‘Waiting for the perfect love?’
‘No, even I know better than that. I’m looking for selfishness. Perfect selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat a strawberry shortcake. And you stop everything you’re doing and run out and buy it for me. And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and hold this strawberry shortcake out to me. And I say I don’t want it anymore and throw it out the window. That’s what I’m looking for.’
‘I’m not sure that has anything to do with love,” I said with some amazement.
‘It does,’ she said. ‘You just don’t know it. There are times in a girl’s life when things like that are incredibly important.’” —Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood