Haruki Murakami, 色彩を持たない多崎つくると、彼の巡礼の年 Quotes
And her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind.
Once thing goes wrong, then the whole house of cards collapses. And there's no way you can extricate yourself. Until someone comes along to drag you out.
If you want to talk about something new, you have to make up a new kind of language.
The best way to think about reality, I had decided, was to get as far away from it as possible.
Maybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.
As with marathon runs and lengths of toilet paper, there had to be standards to measure up to.
But if something did happen, it happened. Whether it's right or wrong. I accept everything that happens, and that's how I became the person I am now.
I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.
We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.
Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left?
I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn’t last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.
Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn't make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.
When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not.
I realize now that the reality of things is not something you convey to people but something you make.
You said that the mind is like the wind but perhaps it is we who are like the wind Knowing nothing, simply blowing through. Never aging, never dying.
What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.
The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.
I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.
If you listen to the radio for a whole hour there's maybe one decent song. The rest is mass-produced garbage
Properly speaking, should any individual ever have exact, clear knowledge of his own core consciousness?" "I wouldn't know," I said. "Nor would we," said the scientists.
An empty shell. Those were the first words that sprang to mind. .... Something incredibly important - .. - had disappeared from Miu for good. Leaving behind not life, but its absence
Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.
Painful is the stress when one cannot reproduce or convey vividly to others, however hard he tries, what he's experienced so intensely.
This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: At the time, no one knew what was coming.
It seems to me, though, that you always understand very well what I can't say very well. Trouble is I end up being even worse at saying things well.
I wasn't particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don't have to die the next.
It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.
Stories lie deep in our souls. Stories lie so deep at the bottom of our hearts that they can bring people together on the deepest level. When I write a novel, I go into such depths.
I think history is collective memories. In writing, I'm using my own memory, and I'm using my collective memory.
When you're young, you think you can handle anything. By the time you find out otherwise, it's already too late. You got a stocking wrapped around your neck.