Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the soft folds of my mind. And with each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away.
Haruki MurakamiA story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.
Haruki MurakamiIn my younger days, I was trying to write sophisticated prose and fantastic stories.
Haruki Murakami