"I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
“People lose fifty million skin cells every day. The cells get scraped off and turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the air. Maybe we are nothing but skin cells as far as the world is concerned.”
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life."