"I swallowed in hopes of easing my thirst, but in the stillness of the night the sound I made was huge. As if this were a signal to hear, Naoko stood and glided towards the head of the bed, gown rustling faintly. She knelt on the floor by my pillow, eyes fixed on mine. I stared back at her, but her eyes told me nothing. Strangely transparent, they seemed like windows to a world beyond, but however long I peered into their depths, there was nothing I could see. Our faces were no more than ten inches apart, but she was light years away from me."
Your life is seriously lacking until you read Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami.