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 More Quotes by Haruki Murakami More Quotes From Haruki Murakami "Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg." Haruki Murakami wallnovelistseggs Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights. Haruki Murakami girlsummerbeautiful Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory. This really came home to me once I started writing fiction, that memory seemd a kind of fiction, or vice versa. Either way, no matter how hard you try to put everything neatly into shape, the context wanders this way and that, until finally the context isn't even there anymore... Warm with life, hopeless unstable. Haruki Murakami homewritingmemories And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west. The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully. Haruki Murakami fatemiracleperfect All over the world people have developed their own ideas about what's right and wrong in life, but so long as you aren't harming others or the Earth, it's your choice when you decide how you want to live your life - Yours and yours alone. Life's no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe's my own to fool with. Haruki Murakami cakelongideas What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. Haruki Murakami quakeeyereal When it's all over, it'll seem like a dream. Haruki Murakami over-itseemsdream No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. Haruki Murakami oblivionmattermemories There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose--a gleaming, round saucer--over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travelers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul--or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness. THAT moon. Haruki Murakami lonelinessmoonanimal Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining. Haruki Murakami searainfall Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. I caressed the half-inch scar. As I did so, the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me - a delicate resonance of longing. Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something. "Goodbye, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. See you again sometime. Haruki Murakami girleyegoodbye Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it's time to drink. Haruki Murakami scotch-whiskyappreciationbeautiful I wonder what ants do on rainy days? Haruki Murakami rainy-dayantswonder She was hearing everything that went on in his heart, like a person who can trace a map with his fingertip and conjure up vivid, living scenery. Haruki Murakami mapsvividheart Understanding' is merely the sum total of our misunderstandings. Haruki Murakami misunderstandingunderstanding I'm scared," she said. "These days I feel like a snail without a shell." "I'm scared too," I said. "I feel like a frog without any webs." She looked up and smiled. Wordlessly we walked over to a shaded part of the building and held each other and kissed, a shell-less snail and a webless frog. Haruki Murakami shellsfrogsscared I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me. Haruki Murakami rocksrainthinking Strong and independent? I’m neither. I’m just being pushed along by reality, whether I like it or not. Haruki Murakami independentstrongreality I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”. Haruki Murakami end-of-the-worldendsworld Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self? Haruki Murakami differentselffeelings
