1Q84: Book 3 (2Q84 2)

The two different worlds were silently at odds within her, fighting over her consciousness, like the mouth of a river where the seawater and the freshwater flow in.

Their dark silhouettes numbed the soft part of his brain, like a bee stinging and numbing a caterpillar, then laying eggs on the surface of its body. The bee larvae use the paralyzed caterpillar as a convenient source of food and devour it as soon as they’re born.

The whole concept of getting something out of his system was something he might be lacking.

Two story lines at work, with different starting points but running parallel to each other.

The rough waves of the Pacific. It was a thick, darkish sound, as if many souls were gathered, each whispering his story. They seemed to be seeking more souls to join them, seeking even more stories to be told.

Aomame tried her best to keep her mind clear of any thoughts, but it was impossible not to think of anything. Nature abhors a vacuum. At the very least, though, she felt that now there was nothing for her to hate.

“But once the ego is born into this world, it has to shoulder morality.

“People need routines. It’s like a theme in music. But it also restricts your thoughts and actions and limits your freedom. It structures your priorities and in some cases distorts your logic. In the present situation, you don’t want to move from where you are now. At least until the end of the year you have refused to move to a safer location – be

Absconded