Things may look different to you than they did before. I've had that experience myself. But don't let appearances fool you. There's only one reality. Haruki Murakami More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami 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 There's not much you can do about time - it just keeps on passing. But experience? Don't tell me that. I'm not proud of it, but I don't have any sexual desire. And what sort of experience can a writer have if she doesn't feel passion? It'd be like a chef without an appetite. Haruki Murakami passion proud desire You are a beautiful person, Doctor. Clearheaded. Strong. But you seem always to be dragging your heart along the ground. From now on, little by little, you must prepare yourself to face death. If you devote all of your future energy to living, you will not be able to die well. You must begin to shift gears, a little at a time. Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value. Haruki Murakami strong heart beautiful What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things. Haruki Murakami real world thinking A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs of this world. Alone in this fun house, only I grow old, a pale softball of death swelling inside me. Yet even as I sleep somewhere between Saturn and Uranus, wind-up birds everywhere are busy at work fulfilling their appointed rounds. Haruki Murakami softball spring fun Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don't know a soul? Haruki Murakami soul would-be thinking When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not. Haruki Murakami wake-up fire feelings Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Haruki Murakami sputnik perfect world Better to be a first-class matchbox than a second-class match. Haruki Murakami matchboxes class firsts The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Haruki Murakami gleam heart memories Well, finally, the events I've been through have been tremendously complicated. All kinds of characters have come on the scene, and strange things have happened one after another, to the point where, if I try to think about them in order, I lose track. Haruki Murakami character order thinking I read Naoko's letter again and again, and each time I read it I would be filled with the same unbearable sadness I used to feel whenever Naoko stared into my eyes. I had no way to deal with it, no place I could take it to or hide it away. Like the wind passing over my body, it had neither shape nor weight, nor could I wrap myself in it. Haruki Murakami sadness eye wind Why?" she screamed. "Are you crazy? You know the English subjunctive, you understand trigonometry, you can read Marx, and you don't know the answer to something as simple as that? Why do you even have to ask? Why do you have to make a girl SAY something like this? I like you more than I like him, that's all. I wish I had fallen in love with somebody a little more handsome, of course. But I didn't. I fell in love with you! Haruki Murakami crazy girl i-like-you I realize now that the reality of things is not something you convey to people but something you make. Haruki Murakami realizing reality people Sheep hurt my father, and through my father, sheep have also hurt me. Haruki Murakami hurt sheep father The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted as the first winds of winter slipped between the withered branches and across the highlands toward the southeast. Stopping in the center of the pasture, I could hear the winds clearly. No turning back, they pronounced. The brief autumn was gone. Haruki Murakami autumn winter morning Everyone may be ordinary, but they're not normal. Haruki Murakami normal ordinary may Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. Haruki Murakami feelings running hands If I'm going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself. Haruki Murakami should play thinking If they invent a car that runs on stupid jokes, you could go far. Haruki Murakami car stupid running
