| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 235e377 | I'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string. | haruki-murakami may-kasahara the-wind-up-bird-chronicle | Haruki Murakami | |
| 81419c3 | No, I don't think I've been defiled. But I haven't been saved, either. There's nobody who can save me right now, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. The world looks totally empty to me. Everything I see around me looks fake. The only thing thay isn't fake is that gooshy thing inside me. | empty fake haruki-murakami may-kasahara sad | Haruki Murakami |