"But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires."
— James Joyce
"And in the silence I suddenly understood the many ways a person can die but still be alive."
— Carmen Rodrigues, 34 Pieces of You
"Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I’d really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can’t seem to do it. They just don’t get it. Of course, the problem could be that I’m not explaining it very well, but I think it’s because they’re not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they’re not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things."
— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
"I don’t feel like doing anything. I don’t feel like walking - it is tiring; I don’t feel like lying down, for either I would lie down for a long time, and I don’t feel like doing that, or I would get up right away, and I don’t feel like that either - I don’t feel like riding - the motion is too vigorous for my apathy; I don’t feel like doing anything except just taking a drive, indolently, smoothly undulating along, letting objects in abundance glide by, pausing at every beautiful spot merely to feel my listlessness - my ideas and impulses are just as barren as a eunuch’s desire."
— Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or, Part 1