1Q84: Book 3

by Haruki Murakami

“No, I’ve never been in jail, or had to hide out for a long time. Someone once said unless you have those kinds of opportunities, you can’t read the whole of Proust.”

Cunty gay man

Nobody’s easier to fool, Ushikawa thought, than the person who is convinced that he is right.

So there is a bright side to self-doubt after all

provided him supported this conclusion.

“Plus, when it comes to being gay, I’m in the big leagues.”

Gay

“I’m still here,” the fee collector suddenly announced. “Ha! You thought I left, didn’t you? But I’m still here. I lied. Sorry about that, Miss Takai. That’s the sort of person I am.”

Omg aomame run gur

She brought her hand down to her abdomen, shut her eyes, and listened carefully, trying to pick up the voice. Something was definitely alive inside her. A small, living something. She knew it.

So me after taco bell

I was always stuck between feelings of inferiority and superiority. I often used to think I was like Raskolnikov, except I never met Sonia.

Cunty depressed man

Aomame pondered the idea of God. God has no form, yet is able to take on any form. The image she had was of a streamlined Mercedes coupe, a brand-new car just delivered from the dealer.

same gurl. same.