Writing is like playing music. I write a sentence using the same rhythm as that used in performing music. When I had a talk with (internationally known conductor) Seiji Ozawa and told him this, he was so surprised that he asked me, ‘Is there rhythm in writing?’
|—||Haruki Murakami (via murakamistuff)|
Empty days. Weeping. Everything difficult, wrong, and yet right after all.
|—||Franz Kafka, from The Blue Octavo Notebooks (1917-1919)|