"I do feel that I´ve managed to make something I could maybe call my own world...over time...little by little. And when I´m inside it, to some extent, I feel kind of relieved.
But the very fact I felt I had to make such a world probably means that I´m a weak person, that I bruise easily, don´t you think? And in the eyes of society at large, the world of mine is a puny little thing. It´s like a cardboard house: a puff of wind might carry it off somewhere.
Haruki Murakami: After Dark