You’re not telling me anything I don’t know already. “Relax your body, and the rest of you will lighten up.” What’s the point of saying that to me? If I relaxed my body now, I’d fall apart. I’ve always lived like this, and it’s the only way I know how to go on living. If I relaxed for a second, I’d never find my way back. I’d go to pieces, and the pieces would be blown away. Why can’t you see that?
Haruki Murakami; “Norwegian Wood” (via lifeinpoetry)