michellelegro:

The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring—and all of the acts carried out—on this earth. But the moon remained silent; it told no stories. All it did was embrace the heavy past with cool, measured detachment. On the moon there was neither air nor wind. Its vaccum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed. No one could unlock the heart of the moon. Aomame raised her glass to the moon and asked, “Have you gone to bed with someone in your arms lately?”

The moon did not answer. 

“Do you have any friends?”

The moon did not answer.

“Don’t you get tired of always playing it cool?”

The moon did not answer.

Haruki Murakami, my favorite passage from 1Q84 thus far, page 213. 

That’s a great one! It’s no wonder 1Q84 gave Kevin Hartnett a reason to pause:

“Reading about Tengo and seeing the moon in my backyard, it occurred to me that wonder gives us height, makes us consider new possibilities, motivates us not to linger where we are.”