There are some things about myself I can’t explain to
anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at
all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what
I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or
what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start
thinking about these things in too much detail the whole
thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about
myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning
to, I hurt people.
— Haruki Murakami,
The Elephant
Vanishes