...Sumire fell in love for the first time in life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains - flattening everything in its path, tossing things up in the air, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits. The tornado's intensity doesn't abate for a second as it blasts across the ocean, laying waste to Angkor Wat, incinerating an Indian jungle, tigers and everything, transforming itself into a Persian desert sandstorm, burying an exotic fortress city under a sea of sand. In short, a love of truly monumental proportions...
Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami
Oh my God! Flipping to the first page and setting my eyes on the paragraph above just gave me goosebumps. It's been quite sometime since I last read something that has affected me this way. I read out this paragraph to husband and even my colleague (poor thing), because I just couldn't get over the beauty of the language. True, it's actually translated from Japanese to English; so I can only imagine the the real intensity and the flair of the actual text. *sigh*
This bit of text has really ignited the longing in me to write something of my own. I, simply, want to be a writer like Murakami. I want to weave dreams and symphonies with words of my own and let others experience the goosebumps. I want to inspire others. I wish to be inspired.
Can't wait to discover more literary gold in Murakami's words! ;)