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In Thailand's history there have been dissensions from time to time, but in general, unity has prevailed. (Bhumibol Adulyadej)

Nature is something outside our body, but the mind is within us. (Bhumibol Adulyadej)

Since that time up until the present time, there have been progress, and changes all through the time. The changes have not come by themselves; these changes have come from the doings of everyone in the country. (Bhumibol Adulyadej)

I have been extremely touched by these signs of affection on the part of all the Thai people. (Bhumibol Adulyadej)

Goodness is something that makes us serene and content; it is magnificent. Those who are not good are evil. (Bhumibol Adulyadej)

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library. (Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore)

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about everyday, too many new things we have to learn. But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone. (Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore)

I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I give up thinking about it. (by Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore)

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