A classic quotation from Haruki Murakami's "Sleep"

1. I am the body that is waiting to go to sleep, and I am also the consciousness that is about to wake up.

2, no matter what kind of person, there are always once or twice a month when the state is not good, or the development is not smooth.

3. With the passage of time, the quality of life changes bit by bit. Things are no longer as simple as they once were, and the constraints that surround us become more complex.

4) If a woman in her thirties is satisfied with her flesh and wishes to continue to be satisfied, she must make corresponding efforts.

5. How many years have you not been reading like this? I think. Of course, in the afternoon, I will read for thirty minutes to an hour. But to be precise, that's not called reading. Even though I was reading, I immediately thought of something else. Children, shopping, or problems with the refrigerator, what to wear for a relative's wedding, or a month ago when my father had a stomach resection, and so on, and the branches and leaves spread in all directions. When you come back to God, only time passes in vain, and the pages are almost unchanged.

6. I inactively mechanically handle all kinds of housework for a long time. Cooking, shopping, laundry, childcare, these are precisely the orientations, and nothing else. You can do these things even with your eyes closed. Because this is just the established route. Press the prescribed button and pull the prescribed lever. In this way, reality continues to flow forward as if turning the page. The same way of body movement - that is, the ordinary orientation. As a result, I was constantly worn out like the heel of a shoe, and I was constantly consumed by my orientation.

7, there is no concentration of life, as if the eyes are wide open but can not see anything.

8) They know nothing and are convinced that the world will function as usual without change. This is not the case. The world is changing in places they don't know until they can't get it back.

9, the husband is old, and tired of the calendar. Life eroded him. From now on, he will undoubtedly become even uglier.

10, death is not clear to anyone. Who has ever actually seen death with their own eyes? No one has. The man who has seen the dead with his own eyes is already dead. The living do not know what death is. It can only be speculated. No matter what kind of speculation, in the end it is just speculation. The idea that death should be a rest is not even a perversion. You can only understand it after you die.

--Excerpt from Haruki Murakami's "Sleep"