I've always liked libraries. They're quiet and full of books and full of knowledge.

I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.

You're wrong. The mind is not like raindrops. It does not fall from the skies, it does not lose itself among other things. If you believe in me at all, then believe this: I promise you I will find it. Everything depends on this." "I believe you," she whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind.

Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. I caressed the half-inch scar. As I did so, the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me - a delicate resonance of longing. Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something. "Goodbye, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. See you again sometime.

This was never any place I was meant to be. This isn’t a place for me.

As long as I kept my body moving I could forget about the emptiness inside.

You have to wait until tomorrow to find out what tomorrow will bring.