"Something about her expression pulled people in. It was as if - this is something I thought of only later, of course - she were gently peeling back one layer after another that covered a person's heart, a very sensual feeling. Her lips changed ever so slightly with each change in her expression, and I could catch a glimpse deep within her eyes of a faint light, like a tiny candle flickering in the dark, narrow room. ...
There are some things in this world that can be done over, and some that can't. And time passing is one thing that can't be redone. Come this far and you can't go back. ... After a certain length of time has passed, things harden up. Like cement hardening in a bucket. And we can't go back anymore."
- Haruki Murakami, South if the Border, West of the Sun. Page 14
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