brian eccl park

even good men need a little grace.

Before he had realized it, these exercises had given him the talent to be skeptical about his own self, and he had come to the recognition that most of what is generally considered the truth is entirely relative. Subject and object are not as distinct as most people think.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84


All of which explained why, since he was a boy, Ushikawa had kept to himself. When he came home from school, he had to shut himself in his room and gotten lost in books. He had no friends other than his dog, so he never had the chance to talk with someone about what he had learned, or debate anyone. Still he was convinced that he was a clear, eloquent, logical thinker, and he patiently honed these abilities all by himself.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

Like two halves of a coin, each seeking the other.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84



I dare someone to tell me True Detective doesn’t have the most ingenious, philosophical writing on television right now.

I dare you.


"What you’re doing is very meaningful," Ushikawa said.

The lawyer flashed him a vulnerable smile. Nobody’s easier to fool, Ushikawa thought, than the person who is convinced that he is right.

we talked some more about meaningless things, like how we were and what we’ve been up to. but the whole time, all i remember was the distinct feeling of dissatisfaction by just being in her presence.

I want to live, she decided. It was a strange feeling. Had she ever experienced that feeling before in her life?

but it took so long to get out why would you come back

Ushikawa extinguished his now stubby cigarette. He was lost in thought for a while, and then he pulled out a new cigarette and lit it. He had decided years ago not to worry about getting lung cancer. If he wanted to concentrate, he had to get some nicotine into his system. Who knew what his fate was, even two or three days down the road? So what was the point in worrying about how his health would be fifteen years from now?

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

I was looking at the moon, and so was Aomame. That gray chunk of rock hanging in the still-bright sky at three thirty in the afternoon. That lonely, taciturn satellite. We stood side by side, looking at that moon. But what does it mean? That the moon will guide me to her?

If the sun were to explode,
you wouldn’t even know about it
for eight minutes

And nothing in the world
gives me a heavier heart
than knowing I wouldn’t be able to reach you
before the world went dark.

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'That world no longer exists,' the man said. These were the last words he spoke.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84