It seemed to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness. Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami You know what it’s like when you’re trying to fall asleep and it only makes you more wide awake? Haruki Murakami wide-awake trying fall Whenever I get into something, I shut out everything else. Haruki Murakami I think certain types of processes don’t allow for any variation. If you have to be part of that process, all you can do is transform—or perhaps distort—yourself through that persistent repetition, and make that process a part of your own personality. Haruki Murakami variation personality thinking Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends. Haruki Murakami imperfect ordinary people It seems to me that very sad things always contain an element of the comical Haruki Murakami very-sad elements seems Listen - God only exists in people's minds. Especially in Japan, God's always been kind of a flexible concept. Look at what happened after the war. Douglas MacArthur ordered the divine emperor to quit being God, and he did, making a speech saying he was just an ordinary person. So after 1946 he wasn't God anymore. That's what Japanese gods are like--they can be tweaked and adjusted. Some American comping on a cheap pipe gives the order and presto change-o--God's no longer God. A very postmodern kind of thing. If you think God's there, He is. If you don't, He isn't. Haruki Murakami japan war thinking Still, in the end, we all die just the same. Haruki Murakami dies stills ends Even if you don't acknowledge it, people die, and guys sleep with girls. That's just how it is. Haruki Murakami girl sleep people The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring - and all of the acts carried out - on this earth. But the moon remained silent; it told no stories. Haruki Murakami moon earth stories The worst thoughts usually strike in the dead of the night. Haruki Murakami worst strikes night I always feel like I'm struggling to become someone else. Like I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it's part of growing up; it's also an attempt to reinvent myself. Haruki Murakami growing-up struggle life My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you. Haruki Murakami persons whole world Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep. Haruki Murakami insomnia sleep people Good style happens in one of two ways: the writer either has an inborn talent or is willing to work herself to death to get it. Haruki Murakami style writing two Two-thirds of earth's surface is ocean, and all we can see with the naked eye is the surface. Haruki Murakami ocean eye two The best thing would be to break your neck, but you'd probably just break your leg and then you couldn't do a thing. You'd yell at the top of your lungs, but nobody;d hear you, and you couldn't expect anybody to find you, and you'd have centipedes and spiders crawling all over you, and the bones of the ones who died before are scattered all around you, and it's dark and soggy, and way overhead there's this tiny, tiny circle of light like a winter moon. You die there in this place, little by little, all by yourself. Haruki Murakami moon dark winter You know, the usual story. Once upon a time I was playing my harp by a spring when a fairy appeared out of nowhere, handed me a Beretta Model 92, and told me to shoot the white rabbit over there for target practice. Haruki Murakami practice white spring It was a narrow world, a world that was standing still. But the narrower it became, the more it betook of stillness, the more this world that enveloped me seemed to overflow with things and people that could only be called strange. They had been there all the while, it seemed, waiting in the shadows for me to stop moving. And every time the wind-up bird came to my yard to wind its spring, the world descendedmore deeply into chaos. Haruki Murakami spring wind moving Listen to this, Nimit. Follow Coleman Hawkins' improvised lines very carefully. He is using them to tell us something. Pay very close attention. He is telling us the story of the free spirit that is doing everything it can to escape from within him. That same kind of spirit is inside me, inside you. There-you can hear it, I'm sure: the hot breath, the shivering heart. (Thailand) Haruki Murakami free-spirit hot heart If, as the dowager had said, we are nothing but gene carriers, why do so many of us have to lead such strangely shaped lives? Wouldn't our genetic purpose-to transmit DNA-be served just as well if we lived simple lives, not bothering our heads with a lot of extraneous thoughts, devoted entirely to preserving life and procreating? Did it benefit the genes in any way for us to lead such intricately warped, even bizarre, lives? Haruki Murakami dna simple way
