“Each day was a carbon copy of the last. You needed a bookmark to tell one from the other. That particular day was filled with the smell of autumn. I wrapped up work at the usual time, but when I got back to my apartment the twins were nowhere to be seen. I flopped into bed with my socks on, lit a cigarette, and let my mind wander. There were so many things I wanted to think about, but none took shape. Sighing, I sat up and glared at the white wall opposite the bed. I was stymied. Come on, man, I told myself, you can't stare at this damn wall forever. But that didn't help either. It was what the professor who oversaw my graduation thesis told me. Good style, clear argument, but you're not saying anything. That was my problem. Now I had a rare moment alone and I still couldn't get a handle on how to deal with myself.” LonelinessDepression Quotes Author:Murakami