Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the world is made up of all kinds of people. Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami Can'ttrustpeople. Won'tdoanygood. They'llkillyoueverytime. They'llkilleachother. They'llkilleveryone. Haruki Murakami She's always polite and kind, but her words lack the kind of curiosity and excitement you'd normally expect. Her true feelings- assuming such things exist- remain hidden away. Except for when a practical sort of decision has to be made, she never gives her personal opinion about anything. She seldom talks about herself, instead letting others talk, nodding warmly as she listens. But most people start to feel vaguely uneasy when talking with her, as if they suspect they're wasting her time, trampling on her private, graceful, dignified world. And that impression is, for the most part, correct. Haruki Murakami personal-opinionstalkingpeople That’s what love’s all about. You’re the only one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself. Haruki Murakami minddarkfeelings I'm going to take you out of here ... I'm going to take you home, to the world where you belong, where cats with bent tails live, and there are little backyards, and alarm clocks ring in the morning. Haruki Murakami cathomemorning I go by the gut. I might not appear to have any talent but I've got plenty of gut instinct. Haruki Murakami instincttalentmight When I was little, I had this science book. There was a section on 'What would happen to the world if there was no friction?' Answer: 'Everything on earth would fly into space from the centrifugal force of revolution.' That was my mood. Haruki Murakami spacesciencebook When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages - a special odor of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing it in, I glance through a few pages before returning each book to its shelf. Haruki Murakami smellbreathingbook The good thing about writing books is that you can dream while you are awake. If it’s a real dream, you cannot control it. When writing the book, you are awake; you can choose the time, the length, everything. I write for four or five hours in the morning and when the time comes, I stop. I can continue the next day. If it’s a real dream, you can’t do that. Haruki Murakami realdreammorning That's how people live in the real world: forcing stuff on each other. Haruki Murakami realpeopleworld I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw. Haruki Murakami cowardmatterheart Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade. Haruki Murakami agememoriespeople Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me. Haruki Murakami gazingrainmean Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in. Haruki Murakami lonelinesshomeheart Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there. Haruki Murakami life-is The world in books seemed so much more alive to me than anything outside. I could see things I'd never seen before. Books and music were my best friends. I had a couple of good friends at school, but never met anyone I could really speak my heart to. We'd just make small talk, play soccer together. When something bothered me, I didn't talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that's just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own. Haruki Murakami couplelonelysoccer Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness. Haruki Murakami realrunningbeautiful When a writer develops a story, he is confronted with a poison that is inside him. If you don't have that poison, your story will be boring and uninspired. It's like fugu: The flesh of the pufferfish is extremely tasty, but the roe, the liver, the heart can be lethally toxic. Haruki Murakami toxicpoisonheart We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not. Haruki Murakami things-happenall-thingshappens You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them. Haruki Murakami colorlesserasememories Constipation was one of the things she hated most in the world, on par with despicable men who commit domestic violence and narrow-minded religious fundamentalists. Haruki Murakami domestic-violencereligiousmen
