Murakami Quotes

You can hide as cleverly as you like, but in the final analysis mimicry is deception, pure and simple. It doesn't solve a thing.

Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds

Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.

When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it.

I learned that realism can come in all shapes and sizes. The world is big enough for different values to coexist.

I wonder what ants do on rainy days?

She's letting out her feelings. The scary thing is not being able to do that. When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble.

Become like a sheet of blotting paper and soak it all in. Later on you can figure out what to keep and what to unload.

Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it's time to drink.

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

I'm always very interested in breeding. Raising cacti is breeding. My lotus plant collection is breeding. The insects are breeding.

Like many other kids, I liked watching anime.

Something in her small eyes caught the sunlight and glistened, like a glacier on the faraway face of a mountain.

It feels good to think about you when I'm warm in bed. I feel as if you're curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.

Life is not like water. Things in life don't necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.

All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.

Being active every day makes it easier to hear that inner voice.

Understanding' is merely the sum total of our misunderstandings.

Nothing so consumes a person as meaningless exertion

The world is an inherently unfair place.

Whether you take the doughnut hole as a blank space or as an entity unto itself is a purely metaphysical question and does not affect the taste of the doughnut one bit.

I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.

An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.

Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.

Irrepressible curiosity vied with an instinctive fear.

As time goes on, you'll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn't, doesn't. Time solves most things. And what time can't solve, you have to solve yourself.

When it's all over, it'll seem like a dream.

What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.

Isn't life strange? There are people who have so many leftover clothes they can't stuff them all in their wardrobe. And then there are people like me, whose socks never match.

My imagination is a kind of animal. So what I do is keep it alive.

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

Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.

She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.

Sometimes taking time is actually a shortcut.

If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden.

But intolerant,narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host,change form,and continue to thrive. They're a lost cause, and I don't want anyone like that coming in here.

A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.

What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love.

What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real.

He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.

Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.

I'm going to take you out of here ... I'm going to take you home, to the world where you belong, where cats with bent tails live, and there are little backyards, and alarm clocks ring in the morning.

Reality was utterly coolheaded and utterly lonely.

I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all.

There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.