I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They — Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They don't do a damn thing, and then they bitch.

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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