I don’t care if you’re a fundamentalist Christian — even they have gay relatives. They can’t be saying homosexuality is a sin. It’s horseshit. Then this transgender issue that just happened, I just think, Are you kidding me? Look, you’re a human, I’m a human. We’re breathing the same air. We have the same problems. We’re trying to get through our day. Who the fuck are you to throw a log in the road of somebody who has a different set of difficulties in life?
- Something must be done.
- This is something
- Therefore, we must do it.
In her most recent book, “Solitude Can Be a Wonderful Thing,” she (mie hama) encourages other women to live in a way that is true to themselves, even if others oppose it.
“It can be lonely to live on your own terms, but it is the way to real happiness,” she said. “My experiences have taught me that.”
Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination.
He (Anthony Bourdain) then launched into a tirade about how it sickens him, having travelled in Southeast Asia, to see Kissinger embraced by the power-lunch crowd. “Any journalist who has ever been polite to Henry Kissinger, you know, fuck that person,” he said, his indignation rising. “I’m a big believer in moral gray areas, but, when it comes to that guy, in my view he should not be able to eat at a restaurant in New York.”
Today, you’re just late, but eventually you will betray me.
I’m not sure it would be a proper Murakami novel without a dose of the phrase yare yare (good grief, oh dear)