“I really like you, Midori. A lot.” “How much is a lot?” “Like a spring bear,” I said. “A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.” “You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, ‘Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?” “Yeah. Really nice.” “That’s how much I like you.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I ought to be all alone in the world,
just me, Steiner,
and no other living thing.
No sun, no culture,
myself, naked on a high rock,
no storm, no snow, no banks,
no money, no time, no breath.
Then, at least, I wouldn’t be afraid.
— The Great Ecstasy of Woodcarver Steiner
Refined VS Relaxed
Amanda Nørgaard & Magdalena Langrova by Victor Demarchelier for UK Harper’s Bazaar June 2013
I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
(Source: arikaftermath, via kafkaesque-world)
