We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me. —Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (Alfred A. Knopf, 2001)
I with her. And she didn’t love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right… Continue reading Haruki Murakami
Come sleep with me: we won’t make love. Love will make us. — Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch. (Pantheon; 1st Pantheon pbk. ed edition, February 12, 1987) Originally published 1963.
People’s memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. — Haruki Murakami, Afterdark. (Knopf, 2004)
A person doesn’t die when he should but when he can. — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude. (Harper & Row, 1970)
A poet’s work . . . to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep. ― Salman Rushdie
Most people are not looking for provable truths. As you said, truth is often accompanied by intense pain, and almost no one is looking for painful truths. What people need is beautiful, comforting stories that make them feel as if their lives have some meaning. — Haruki Murakami, 1Q84. (Shinchosha October 25, 2011)