The moon had been observing the the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring - and all 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 vacuum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed. No one could unlock the heart of the moon.
~Haruki Murakami, 1Q84