Sublime
An inspiration engine for ideas

The area around the shrine had been cleared and the moonlight shone beautifully on everything. Stepping silently, I walked over behind the shrine. There was a tall thicket of pampas grass and, led by the sound, I pushed my way into the thicket. There I found a small mound of square stones casually piled up, a kind of ancient burial mound.
Haruki Murakami • Killing Commendatore: A novel

A History of the Japanese People From the Earliest Times to the End of the Meiji Era
amazon.com
One of these was the haiku poet Taneda Santoka.
Haruki Murakami • Kafka on the Shore
Your head is alive, but if you seal it up inside dead classes, you’re lost. Take it outside and get the wind into it. Riding the streetcar is not the only way to get satisfaction, of course, but it’s the first step, and the easiest.”
Natsume Soseki • Sanshiro (Penguin Classics)
