But metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me. Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami People's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Haruki Murakami memories life people That's what we all do: endlessly take the long way around. Haruki Murakami long-way long way Not to excuse myself, but when you have people right in front of you denying your very presence like that, then see if you don't doubt whether you actually exist. I look at my hands half expecting to see clear through them. Haruki Murakami doubt hands people For me, writing a novel is like having a dream. Writing a novel lets me intentionally dream while I'm still awake. I can continue yesterday's dream today, something you can't normally do in everyday life. Haruki Murakami yesterday dream writing My heroes don't have anything special. They have something to tell other people but they don't know how, so they talk to themselves. Haruki Murakami special hero people With luck, it might even snow for us. Haruki Murakami luck snow might You know what I should do?" Hoshino asked excited. "Of course," the cat said. "What'd I tell you? Cats know everything. Not like dogs. Haruki Murakami excited cat dog If you think about it, an unfair society is a society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit. Haruki Murakami unfair limits thinking Life is so uncertain: you never know what could happen. One way to deal with that is to keep your pajamas washed. Haruki Murakami pajamas life-is way You throw a stone into a deep pond. Splash. The sound is big, and it reverberates throughout the surrounding area. What comes out of the pond after that? All we can do is stare at the pond, holding our breath. Haruki Murakami ponds stones sound What we call the present is given shape by an accumulation of the past. Haruki Murakami shapes life past I'm a very ordinary human being; I just happen to like reading books. Haruki Murakami reading ordinary book Listen up—there’s no war that will end all wars,’ Crow tells me. ‘War breeds war. Lapping up the blood shed by violence, feeding on wounded flesh. War is a perfect, self-contained being. You need to know that. Haruki Murakami self war blood Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert. Haruki Murakami desert disappear cutting A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side. Haruki Murakami baptism real stories I get irritated, I get upset. Especially when I'm in a hurry. But I see it all as part of our training. To get irritated is to lose our way in life. Haruki Murakami way-in-life upset training Learning another language is like becoming another person. Haruki Murakami learning change inspirational I wasn't in love 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 inside her body and touch it, whatever it was. Haruki Murakami lust hands ideas Our memory is made up of our individual memories and our collective memories. The two are intimately linked. And history is our collective memory. If our collective memory is taken from us - is rewritten - we lose the ability to sustain our true selves. Haruki Murakami taken self memories I may not be the most likable person in the world, but I try not to upset people. Haruki Murakami upset trying people
