memoryslandscape: “All I know is that I’ve wasted all these years looking for something, a sort of…

memoryslandscape:

“All I know is that I’ve wasted all these years looking for something, a sort of trophy I’d get only if I really, really did enough to deserve it. But I don’t want it anymore, I want something else now, something warm and sheltering, something I can turn to, regardless of what I do, regardless of who I become. Something that will just be there, always, like tomorrow’s sky.”

Kazuo Ishiguro, from When We Were Orphans (Alfred A. Knopf, 2000)