The Strange Library

by Haruki Murakami

And ever since I was little my mother had told me, if you don’t know something, go to the library and look it up.

We stepped into the dying light.

Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don’t want to do?

“Because brains packed with knowledge are yummy, that’s why. They’re nice and creamy. And sort of grainy at the same time.”