Norwegian Wood
Lost in a featureless wasteland of my own mortality, and finding no traction in the reams of scientific studies, intracellular molecular pathways, and endless curves of survival statistics, I began reading literature again: Solzhenitsyn’s Cancer Ward, B. S. Johnson’s The Unfortunates, Tolstoy’s Ivan Ilyich, Nagel’s Mind and Cosmos, Woolf, Kafka, Mo
... See morePaul Kalanithi • When Breath Becomes Air
That’s the important thing – follow the rules and the woods will wordlessly accept me, sharing some of their peace and beauty.
Haruki Murakami • Kafka on the Shore
Nothing so consumes a person as meaningless exertion.
Jay Rubin • The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Vintage International)
Anyway, it seems to me that the way most people go on living (I suppose there are a few exceptions), they think that the world or life (or whatever) is this place where everything is (or is supposed to be) basically logical and consistent.