One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.

Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage.

Reading through Murakami’s latest work, I compiled a list of my favourite quotations, but the one above is perhaps my most-loved from the novel. I adore his writing, and the many ways in which he explores the heart and human emotions.

Rest in peace, Robin Williams.

"Now’s my chance!"

*quick pick*

*re-pose*

"Fabulous."