Kafka on the Shore (Vintage International)

and the bus is strangely silent.

If the characters themselves are spontaneous and convincing, the story takes on a natural vitality all its own.

I couldn’t predict what would happen with my fifteen-year-old runaway. I hadn’t the foggiest idea. But before I even realized it, one colorful character after another made an appearance, surrounding the protagonist and propelling the story forward as they pleased. All I had to do was carefully observe their actions and words, listen to what they ha

Symbols guide us to the roles we play.”

ensconced

The longer people live, the more they learn to distinguish what’s important from what’s not.

and the silence swallows my question.

That blank, silent interval between leaves you sad, so terribly sad. Like fog

“It seems like it. Or maybe we’re just in the eye of the storm.”