number9dream

A book you finish reading is not the same book it was before you read it.

Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still are.

over 85% of all statistics are made up on the spot.

maybe the meaning of life lies in looking for it

Reality is the page. Life is the word.

We are both busy people, so let's cut the small talk.

How do you smuggle daydreams into reality?

Yet for the first time in three days, I want something. I want the forest lord to turn me into a cedar. The very oldest islanders say that if you are in the interior mountains on the night when the forest lord counts his trees, he includes you in the number and turns you into a tree.

why human beings despise what is beautiful and good, and seek to destroy the things they need the most

She let him finish her sentences for her for so long that now he starts them too.

Your turn has come to sift through the dreck of humanity for rare specks of originality

The body is the outermost layer of the mind.

All these people like my mother paying counselors and clinics to reattach them to reality; all of us people here paying Sony and Sega to reattach us to unreality.

Politicians and sports coaches both need to be smart enough to master the game, but dumb enough to think it matters.

I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.

Our ancestors built temples for their gods. We build department stores.

A Muzak version of 'Imagine' comes on and John Lennon wakes up in his tomb, appalled.

Whoever dies with the most stuff wins.

This is my moral. Trust what you dream. Not what you think.

During those nine pouched-up months, what do babies imagine? Gills, swamps, battlefields? To people in wombs, what is imagined and what is real must be one and the same.

You look for your meaning. You find it, and at that moment, your meaning changes, and you have to start all over again.

It was only a wasp,’ I say, ‘there are plenty more where they came from.’ This is not good enough for Tomomi: ‘There are plenty more humans where we come from, so does that make homicide okay?

Life is sheer bliss when it wants to be.

Tokyo is too close up to see, sometimes. There are no distances and everything is above your head - dentists, kindergartens, dance studios. Even the roads and walkways are up on murky stilts. An evil-twin Venice with all the water drained away.

A single night is stuffed with minutes, but they leak out, one by one.

I feel sad that I found what I searched for, but no longer want what I found.

Do soldiers feel this, when they get back from a war? The utter weirdness of utter normality.

Mrs.Comb tightened her headscarf and wondered why human beings despise what is beautiful and good, and seek to destroy the things they need the most. She could not understand it. She could not begin to understand.

Cats seem too transdimensional to get hit by traffic, but it happens all the time.

The truth is "#9dream" is a descendant of "Norwegian Wood". Both are ghost stories. "She" in "Norwegian Wood" curses you with loneliness. The "Two spirits dancing so strange" in "#9dream" bless you with harmony. But people prefer loneliness to harmony.