From Kafka on the Shore

But what disguise me even more are people who have no imagination. The kind T.S. Eliot calls 'hollow men'. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they're doing. Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don't want to... Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideas, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. - P.239

If you try to use your head to think about things, people don't want to have anything to do with you. - P.250


What is God?... Listen - God only exists in people's minds. - P.375

Listen, every object's in flux. The earth, time, concepts, love, life, fatith, justice, evil - they're all fiuld and in transition. They don't stay in one form or in one place for ever. - P.376

Yeah, but if you look at it like that we're all pretty much empty, don't you think? You eat, take a dump, do your crummy job to get your lousy pay and get laid occasionally if you're lucky. What else is there? - P.400


I wish I can converse with cats as well.