“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. - TopicsExpress



          

“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
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 00:11:50 +0000

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