“But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.”
―Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (Alfred A. Knopf, 2011)
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Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.
Louis Kahan
Louis Kahan
As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.
If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.
But tomorrow I’ll be a different person, never again the person I was. … When dawn comes, the person I am won’t be here anymore. Someone else will occupy this body.
It’s hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.
It’s not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There’s a shadowy middle ground. Recognizing and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does.
Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.
