My name’s Midori
“ ‘My name’s Midori,’ she said. ‘“Green.” But green looks terrible on me. Weird, huh? It’s like I’m cursed, don’t you think? My sister’s name is Momoko: “Peach GIrl.”’
‘Does she look good in pink?’
‘She looks great in pink! She was born to wear pink. It’s totally unfair.’ ”
—Haruki Murikami, Norwegian Wood, 1989; translated by Jay Rubin, 2000.
the firefly
“Long
after the firefly had disappeared, the trail of its light remained
inside me, its pale, faint glow hovering on and on in the thick
darkness behind my eyelids like a lost soul.
More than once I tried stretching my hand out in that darkness. My
fingers touched nothing. The faint glow remained, just beyond their
grasp.”
—Haruki Murikami, Norwegian Wood, 1989; translated by Jay Rubin, 2000.