| — | Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun |
2014. január 25., szombat
“Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give
me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then.
That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a
person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.”
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