I used to have a habit of copying down all quotes from books that i read into a notebook. That habit is long gone, but I like going back to the quotes of something that I once read.

Today is Monday — start of the week for those who don’t consider the weeks to be starting on Sunday. I can add the first thing I read on a Monday here, and maybe in a year, it’d be interesting to go back and revisit what I was reading. It’s not a quote, as something that I found particularly interesting, or true, or could relate to. It is the first thing that I had in my reading day.

Last night, I started reading a new collection of stories by Haruki Murakami, titled “First Person Singular: Stories.” I read just one story before bed, and today, I started with the second story, “On A Stone Pillow.” Here’s the quote, beginning of the story.

I’d like to tell a story about a woman. The thing is, I know next to nothing about her. I can’t even remember her name, or her face. And I’m willing to bet she doesn’t remember me, either. When I met her, I was a sophomore in college, and I’m guessing she was in her mid-twenties. We both had part-time jobs at the same place, at the same time. It was totally unplanned, but we ended up spending a night together. And never saw each other again.

Haruki Murakami “On A Stone Pillow”

Tomorrow, Daniel Kahneman’s new book is released, “Noise. A Flaw in Human Judgement”, let’s see what I’m reading next Monday.

By the way, one story from Murakami reads like part of Salinger’s “Nine Stories,” juxtaposed over Japan a few decades later. It’s “With The Beatles.”