“ But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning. ”
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (1997). copy citation
| Author | Haruki Murakami |
|---|---|
| Source | The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle |
| Topic | morning world loneliness |
| Date | 1997 |
| Language | English |
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| Note | Translated by Jay Rubin |
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