Her awareness of her body was inseparable from her memory of his embrace. - Yasunari Kawabata

Quiero que nos abramos paso a través de nuestro destino y que flotemos sobre las aguas. El mañana siempre se nos escapa.

What of it? Tokyo people are complicated. They live in such noise and confusion that their feelings are broken to little bits.” “Everything is broken to little bits.

He could not call up the faces of his own mother and father, who had died three or four years before. He would look at a picture, and there they would be. Perhaps people were progressively harder to paint in the mind as they near one, loved by one. Perhaps clear memories came easily in proportion as they were ugly.