The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Vintage International)

everything had been allowed to drift in a sea of vagueness.

We were just two lonely youngsters who needed someone to hold.

The one thing I understood for sure was that I didn’t understand a thing. A dull throbbing

had been enabled to escape from my profound numbness, which had been such a suffocating prison to me.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom from most things and render them harmless.

Perched on the roof’s TV antenna, a single pigeon lent its monotonous cries to the scene.

Curiosity can bring guts out of hiding at times, maybe even get them going. But curiosity usually evaporates. Guts have to go for the long haul. Curiosity’s like a fun friend you can’t really trust. It turns you on and then it leaves you to make it on your own—with whatever guts you can muster.”

There’s a kind of gap between what I think is real and what’s really real.

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