Mikado

“but I was not, in the true sense of the word, alive. I simply performed the mundane tasks that were handed to me, one after another”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

“It was not one of those strong, impulsive feelings that can hit two people like an electric shock when they first meet, but something quieter and gentler, like two tiny lights traveling in tandem through a vast darkness and drawing imperceptibly closer to each other as they go.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

“And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love. ”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

“But finally, Mr. Wind-Up Bird, isn't that just what life is? Aren't we all trapped in the dark somewhere, and they've taken away our food and water, and we're slowly dying, little by little...?”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle