A friend to kill time is a friend sublime. Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams. People with really dark souls do nothing but dream. Haruki Murakami darkdreampeople People need routines. It's like a theme in music. But it also restrictsyour thoughts and actions and limits your freedom. It structures your priorities and in some cases distorts your logic. Haruki Murakami prioritiespeopleneeds Sometimes I feel so- I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going’ Like a little lost Sputnik?’ I guess so. Haruki Murakami spacelonelyideas Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone. Haruki Murakami bitternumbnessemptiness 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. Haruki Murakami cozysilencerunning Math is like water. It has a lot of difficult theories, of course, but its basic logic is very simple. Just as water flows from high to low over the shortest possible distance, figures can only flow in one direction. You just have to keep your eye on them for the route to reveal itself. That’s all it takes. You don’t have to do a thing. Just concentrate your attention and keep your eyes open, and the figures make everything clear to you. In this whole, wide world, the only thing that treats me so kindly is math. Haruki Murakami distanceeyemath I can't build a simple shelf. I have no idea how to change an oil filter on a car. I can't even stick a stamp on an envelope straight. And I'm always dialling the wrong number. But I have come up with a few original cocktails that people seem to like. Haruki Murakami wrong-numbersimpleideas Once thing goes wrong, then the whole house of cards collapses. And there's no way you can extricate yourself. Until someone comes along to drag you out. Haruki Murakami house-of-cardsdragway There's no sense forcing yourself if you don't feel like it. Tell you the truth, I've had sex with lots of guys, but I think I did it mostly out of fear. I was scared not to have somebody putting his arms around me, so I could never say no. That's all. Nothing good ever came of sex like that. All it does is grind down the meaning of life a piece at a time. Haruki Murakami fearsexthinking Before I became a writer, I was running a jazz bar in the center of Tokyo, which means that I worked in filthy air all the time late into the night. I was very excited when I started making a living out of my writing, and I decided, 'I will live in nothing but an absolutely healthy way.' Haruki Murakami writingrunningmean Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing. Haruki Murakami spaghettidonethinking The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you. Haruki Murakami enoughhappenslooks Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless. Haruki Murakami mapstoo-muchuseless To keep on going, you have to keep up the rhythm. Haruki Murakami rhythm What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back. Haruki Murakami lost Shakespeare said it best,' Tamaru said quietly as he gazed at that lumpish, misshapen head. 'Something along these lines: if we die today, we do not have to die tomorrow, so let us look to the best in each other Haruki Murakami linestodaylooks In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality. Haruki Murakami hurtdreamreality And everywhere, infinite options, infinite possibilities. An infinity, and at the same time, zero. We try to scoop it all up in our hands, and what we get is a handful of zero. That's the city Haruki Murakami zerocitieshands The pillow smells like the sunlight, a precious smell. Haruki Murakami pillowsunlightsmell Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die. Haruki Murakami disappeardiesforgotten
