This is no honky-tonk parade. 1Q84 is the real world, where a cut draws real blood, where pain is real pain and fear is real fear. The moon in the sky is no paper moon.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless

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

...I've just been feeling insecure since I was 20, and that's all I've been trying to express. Now the entire world is feeling insecure.

It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.

Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.