I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are.

Mind your thought less state of mind, it's powerful.

Love is the feeling completed by avoiding anger and forgetting fear while enjoying excitement and hoping for happiness.

As soon as I sat down across from her, she ordered me to put the entire contents of my pants pockets on the table. I did as I was told, saying nothing. My reality seemed to have left me and was now wandering around nearby. I hope it can find me, I thought.

Written By Haruki Murakami

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