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The Wind-up Bird Chronicle: On the inextricability of life, pain and identity 

“‘A life without pain: it was the very thing that I had dreamed of for years, but now that I had it, I couldn’t find a place for myself within it. A clear gap separated me from it, and this caused me great confusion. I felt as if I was not anchored to the world — this world that I had hated so passionately; this world that I had reviled for its unfairness and injustice; the world where at least I knew who I was. Now the world has ceased to be the world, and I had ceased to be me.'” — Creta Kano 

p.99

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The Wind-up Bird Chronicle: Picturing Death

“When people die, it’s so cool.”

“I wish I had a scalpel. I’d cut it open and look inside. Not the corpse…The lump of death. I’m sure there must be something like that. Something round and squishy, like a softball, with a hard little core of dead nerves. I want to take it out of a dead person and cut it open and look inside. I’ve always wondered what it’s like. Maybe it’s all hard, like toothpaste dried up inside the tube. That’s it, don’t you think?…It’s squishy on the outside, and the deeper you go inside, the harder it gets. I want to cut open the skin and take out the squishy stuff, use a scalpel and some kind of spatula to get through it, and the closer you get to the centre, the harder the squishy stuff gets, until you reach this tiny core. It’s so tiny, like a tiny ball bearing, and really hard. It must be like that, don’t you think?”

p.20-21

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