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14 Nov 2007 Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami
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Comments: Such a beautiful book. There are so many hidden layers to this one. So simple, yet so profound.

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“There’s a great line by Groucho Marx,” I said. “She’s so in love with me she doesn’t know anything. That’s why she’s in love with me.”

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Way back when the Sam Peckinpah movie The Wild Bunch premiered, a woman journalist raised her hand at the press conference and asked the following: “Why in the world do you have to show so much blood all over the place?” She was pretty worked up about it. One of the actors, Ernest Borgnine, looked a bit perplexed and fielded the question. “Lady, did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?” This film came out at the height of the Vietnam War.

I love that line. That’s gotta be one of the principles behind reality. Accepting things that are hard to comprehend, and leaving them that way. And bleeding. Shooting and bleeding.

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Every story has a time to be told, I convinced her. Otherwise you’ll forever be a prisoner to the secret inside you.

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We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. Like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone forever.