Life's no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe's my own to fool with. - Haruki Murakami

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He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill her.

Haruki Murakami

Life's no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe's my own to fool with.

Cake, Fool, Mind, Piece, Pieces

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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Certain, Change, Inspirational, Life Lesson, Survive, Thing

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds

Connected, Deeply, Harmony, Heart

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

Down, Fear, Heart, Journey, Threatening

Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.

Change, Fake People, Fall, Mask, People, Sometimes

No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.

Form, Matter, Might, Person, Sharing

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Why all this insistence on the senses? Because in order to convince your reader that he is THERE, you must assault each of his senses, in turn, with color, sound, taste, and texture. If your reader feels the sun on his flesh, the wind fluttering his shirt sleeves, half your fight is won. The most improbable tales can be made believable, if your reader, through his senses, feels certain that he stands at the middle of events. He cannot refuse, then, to participate. The logic of events always gives way to the logic of the senses.

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