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
People’s memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. — Haruki Murakami, Afterdark. (Knopf, 2004)
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)
Naturally I have zero friends. I’ve built a wall around me, never letting anybody inside and trying not to venture outside myself. […] Sometimes the wall I’ve erected around me comes crumbling down. It doesn’t happen very often, but sometimes, before I even realize what’s going on, there I am—naked and defenseless and totally confused.… Continue reading Haruki Murakami
I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong. — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun. (Vintage Books; New Ed edition, December 1, 2006)
I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while. — Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman. (Knopf; First Edition edition August 29, 2006)
Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me. — Haruki Murakami, Dance, Dance, Dance (The Rat #4) Vintage Books (December 1, 2003)
Loss was not a skill, not a measure of a life. And yet I still felt I had something to lose. — Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World. (Kodansha USA Inc; 1st edition, September 1, 1991) Originally published 1985.
Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard. ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore. (Vintage, January 3, 2006) Originally published 2002.