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

He talked the way people on television talked, and he moved the way people on television moved. There was always a layer of glass between us. I was on this side, and he was on that side. “As
Jay Rubin • The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Vintage International)
The more one tries to see into the distance, the more generalized things become.”
Jay Rubin • The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Vintage International)
Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?”
Jay Rubin • The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Vintage International)
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m the only one here. The two
Jay Rubin • The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Vintage International)
The cry of this bird was audible only to certain special people, who were guided by it toward inescapable ruin. The will of human beings meant nothing, then, as the veterinarian always seemed to feel. People were no more than dolls set on tabletops, the springs in their backs wound up tight, dolls set to move in ways they could not choose, moving i
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V interesting question : what is the essence of a person
And so I had quit my job. I was loading groceries into the refrigerator when the phone rang. The
Jay Rubin • The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle: A Novel (Vintage International)
Love the transition here, how it moves from internnal
Without a true self, though, a person can not go on living. It is like the ground we stand on. Without the ground, we can build nothing.