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Haruki Murakami

I knew I should have shaved. I fucking knew it. This motherfucker best stop staring at my chin. Fast, if he knows what’s good for him. I feel a rage inside me to the power of 100,000 cats. I am Cat God, motherfucker. Hehe. At least my arms look nice. My beautiful typing arms. I want to touch me. BOOM! I sizzle. This is so good. I wonder if they’d let me do the cover with my shirt off. I can’t think of anybody with a shirtless author photo offhand. Seems different, but not too different. Just different enough.

—Famous Authors’ Thoughts While Being Photographed