As I already explaned, I don't have any form. I'm a conceptual metaphysical object. Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami I generally concentrate on work for three or four hours every morning. I sit at my desk and focus totally on what I’m writing. I don’t see anything else, I don’t think about anything else. Haruki Murakami writing morning thinking Life might just be an absurd, even crude, chain of events and nothing more. Haruki Murakami existentialism events might There's an essential order you have to follow in everything. It's a way of showing respect, following everything in the correct order. Haruki Murakami essentials order way Maybe time is nothing at all like a straight line. Perhaps it's shaped like a twisted doughnut. But for tens of thousands of years, people have probably been seeing time as a straight line that continues on forever. And that's the concept they based their actions on. And until now they haven't found anything inconvenient or contradictory about it. So as an experiential model, it's probably correct. Haruki Murakami forever people years My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street - what do we have to say to each other? Hey there! Hi ya!That's about it. Nobody raises a hand. No one turns around to take another look. Haruki Murakami self mean hands Dreaming is the day job of novelists, but sharing our dreams is a still more important task for us. We cannot be novelists without this sense of sharing something. Haruki Murakami dream writing jobs The good thing about writing book is that you can dream while you are awake. Haruki Murakami dream writing book I lost some of my friends because I got so famous, people who just assumed that I would be different now. I felt like everyone hated me. That is the most unhappy time of my life. Haruki Murakami atheism unhappy people Writing talent is similar to the art of chatting up a girl. You can improve to a certain degree through practice, but basically you are either born with it or you aren't. Haruki Murakami girl writing art The grounds of the place were dominated by several large, old willow trees that towered over the surrounding stone wall and swayed soundlessly in the wind like lost souls. Haruki Murakami wall tree wind The facts and techniques or whatever they teach you in class isn't going to be veryuseful in the real world, that's for sure. Haruki Murakami technique real class As long as possible, I would really like to complete one marathon per year. Though my time has been slowing down as I get older, it has become a very important part of my life. Haruki Murakami important long years Maybe the star doesnt even exist any more.Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything. Haruki Murakami stars light real The honour of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality. Haruki Murakami used waiting reality I think memory is the most important asset of human beings. It's a kind of fuel; it burns and it warms you. My memory is like a chest: There are so many drawers in that chest, and when I want to be a fifteen-year-old boy, I open up a certain drawer and I find the scenery I saw when I was a boy in Kobe. I can smell the air, and I can touch the ground, and I can see the green of the trees. That's why I want to write a book. Haruki Murakami writing memories book I think history is collective memories. In writing, I'm using my own memory, and I'm using my collective memory. Haruki Murakami writing memories thinking "I believe you," she whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind." Haruki Murakami moments mind believe It is very simple, actually. It is because you and Tengo were so powerfully drawn to each other. Haruki Murakami lust simple I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for. Haruki Murakami realizing goes-on world He was silent for thirty seconds, maybe a minute. I uncrossed my legs under the table and wondered if this was the right moment to leave. It was as if my whole life revolved around trying to judge the right point in a conversation to say goodbye. Haruki Murakami judging trying goodbye