Like I told you, I am angry at the fact that I am only myself and nothing else. Being a solitary entity is dreadfully depressing
Murakami, The Kangaroo Communique
Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.
Murakami, On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning
I haven't been this sick since last fall when I had strep. Reading makes me so hungry, too, and now I can't stomach anything. This is horrible.
That last title, however, describes my morning/afternoon. It was one of the best times I have ever had.