"The night was so deathly silent that I felt I could hear the sound of the stars moving across the heavens. The glass of water soaked into my withered heart. It was chilly. My bare feet trembled in my slippers."
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Kitchen
I am currently re-reading Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto. Once again, I am reminded by how much I love her style of writing. Her sentences are simple and true. There is a lightness to them, but also a universal weight.
"The night was so deathly silent that I felt I could hear the sound of the stars moving across the heavens. The glass of water soaked into my withered heart. It was chilly. My bare feet trembled in my slippers."
"The night was so deathly silent that I felt I could hear the sound of the stars moving across the heavens. The glass of water soaked into my withered heart. It was chilly. My bare feet trembled in my slippers."
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