I'm not trying to imply I can keep up this silent, isolated facade all the time.
Sometimes the wall I've erected around me comes crumbling down. It doesn't happen
very often, but sometimes, before I even realize what's going on, there I am--naked and
defenseless and totally confused. At times like that I always feel an omen calling out to
me, like a dark, omnipresent pool of water.
~page 10

Autor: Haruki Murakami