Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance Quotes

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

Can'ttrustpeople. Won'tdoanygood. They'llkillyoueverytime. They'llkilleachother. They'llkilleveryone.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.

I just got my signals crossed. First thing, I have to untangle the connections. Otherwise, I come away empty-handed. Or with someone else's hands. Or even with a missing hand.

We're on the same wavelength. We're connected that way, even if I'm away from her.

I'm your phantom dance partner. I'm your shadow. I'm not anything more.

The world is full of ways and means to waste time

Ships passing in broad daylight.

Like boarding a train running parallel. That's what disappearing is.

Energies expended on sideshows, never on the main event. Where the hell was the main event? Was there a main event?

A cell is just a room if you don't lock the door.

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?

A moderate silence ensued. A neutral-to-slightly-positive silence. True, silence is still silence, except when you think about it too much.

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

Sad hotels existed everywhere, to be sure, but the Dolphin was in a class of its own. The Dolphin Hotel was conceptually sorry. The Dolphin Hotel was tragic.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere then evaporated, leaving only memory.

The ones with no imagination are always the quickest to justify themselves

We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

For darkness terrifies. It swallows you, warps you, nullifies you. Who alive can possibly profess confidence in darkness? In the dark, you can't see.

The real world—where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.

Tendencies. Yougottendencies. Soevenifyoudideverythingoveragain, yourwholelife, yougottendenciestodojustwhatyoudid, alloveragain. -The Sheep Man.