The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

by Haruki Murakami

“And your whistling’s terrible,” she said. “I don’t know the tune, but it had no melody at all. You’re not gay, are you?” “Probably not,” I said. “Why?” “Somebody told me gays are lousy whistlers. Is that true?”

There’s nothing you can do. There’s no way to prevent baldness. Guys who are going to go bald go bald. When their time comes, that’s it: they just go bald. There’s nothing you can do to stop it. They tell you you can keep from going bald with proper hair care, but that’s bullshit.

Why did I have to be having wet dreams at such a difficult time in my life?

It was true: his testicles were grotesquely huge.

When a naked seventeen-year-old girl is shedding tears in the moonlight, anything can happen. It’s true.