Haruki Murakami, 色彩を持たない多崎つくると、彼の巡礼の年 Quotes
Sometimes I just get tired. I get headaches, and I just lose track. I mean, it's like which is me and which is the role? Where's the line between me and my shadow?
My words did not seem to reach her. Or, if they did, she was unable to grasp their meaning.
I don't know, it's stupid being 20, " she said. "I'm just not ready. It feels weird. Like somebody's pushing me from behind.
I don't deserve a girl like Hatsumi, " Nagasawa once said to me. I had to agree with him.
Energies expended on sideshows, never on the main event. Where the hell was the main event? Was there a main event?
If you have to choose between something that has form and something that doesn't, go for the one without form. That's my rule.
People do change. And no matter how close we once were, and how much we opened up to each other, maybe neither of us know anything substantial about the other.
People do change. And no matter how close we once were, and how much we opened up to each other, maybe neither if us know anything substantial about the other.
I'm the scratchy stuff on the side of the matchbox. But that's fine with me. I don't mind at all. Better to be a first-class matchbox than a second-class match.
The conclusion of things is the good. The good is, in other words, the conclusion at which all things arrive. Let's leave doubt for tomorrow, " Komatsu said. "That is the point.
Nobody chooses to evolve. It's like floods and avalanches and earthquakes. You never know what's happening until they hit, then it's too late.
I love you, " I said to her. "From the bottom of my heart. I don't ever want to let you go again. But there's nothing I can do. I can't make a move.""Because of her?"I nodded.
Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes.
Our faces were no more than ten inches apart, but she was light years away from me.
That's what we all do : endlessly take the long way around.
At the same time that 'I' am the content of a relation, 'I' am also that which does the relating.
Certain kinds of information are like smoke: they work their way into people's eyes and minds whether sought out or not, and with no regard to personal preference.
Hey, you know that thing Dostoyevesky wrote on gambling? It's like that. When you're surrounded by endless possibilities, one of the hardest things you can do is pass them up.
To wit, existence is communication and communication is existence.
Civilization is communication. When that which should be expressed and transmitted is lost, civilization comes to an end.
Like boarding a train running parallel. That's what disappearing is.
You know, Junpei, everything in the world has its reasons for doing what it does.
Making up for lost time?" "Yes, " I say. "A lot of things were stolen from my childhood. Lots of important things. And now I have to get them back." "In order to keep on li
Making up for lost time?""Yes, " I say. "A lot of things were stolen from my childhood. Lots of important things. And now I have to get them back." "In order to keep on living."I
Like dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.
Perhaps this was the wisdom with which a child in her position survived: by minimizing her wounds—staying as small as possible, as nearly transparent as possible.
The people who build high, strong fences are the ones who survive the best. You deny that reality only at the risk of being driven into the wilderness yourself.
Like someone excitedly relating a story, only to find the words petering out, the path gets narrower the further I go, the undergrowth taking over.
Where there's guts, there's curiosity, and where there's curiosity, there's guts.
Grandfather always said school's a place where they take sixteen years to wear down your brain. Grandfather hardly went to school either.
The most important thing we ever learn at school is the fact that the most important things can't be learned at school.
All he could do was wait like this, patiently, until it grew light out and the birds awoke and began their day. All he could do was trust in the birds, in all the birds, with their wings and beaks.
It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night, " the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. "You can't fight it.
At some point paradise would be lost.
Unless you find the fundamental cause and treat that, the same problem will surface later on in a different form.
I don’t think it’s right that I’m part of the problem. I can’t be part of the solution if I’m part of the problem
I don't think most people would like my personality. There might be a few -- very few, I would imagine- who are impressed by it, but rarely would anyone like it.
Maybe that's why people don't like you. You make it obvious you don't care whether people like you or not. That makses some people angry.
No matter how much enthusiasm and effort you put into writing, if you totally lack literary talent you can forget about being a novelist.
I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there’s salvation in life. Even if you can’t get together with that person.