The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

by Haruki Murakami

She had a point there. “You’ve got a point there,” I said.

“The well?” I asked. The well?

I am in love with this man

Maybe when people take their eyes off them, inanimate objects become even more inanimate.

“It was a very simple matter, I felt. I was disappointed with my life. I could no longer endure the many kinds of pain that my life continued to cause me. I had endured the pain for twenty years. My life had been nothing but an unremitting source of pain. But I had tried to bear it as best I could. I have absolute confidence in my efforts to bear the pain. I can declare here with genuine pride that my efforts were second to none. I was not giving up without a fight. But the day I turned twenty, I reached a simple conclusion: life was not worth it. Life was not worth such a struggle.”

She’s just like me fr

“I’m only sixteen,” she said, “and I don’t know much about the world, but I do know one thing for sure. If I’m pessimistic, then the adults in this world who are not pessimistic are a bunch of idiots.”

I turned off the lamp beside my pillow and took a deep breath, as if to regulate the flow of time.

killer line

I felt as if I had become part of a badly written novel, that someone was taking me to task for being utterly unreal. And perhaps it was true.

god this is funny

I just don’t like dictionaries. I don’t like the way they look, and I don’t like what they say inside.