Haruki Murakami Quotes
Where the road sloped upward beyond the trees, I sat and looked toward the building where Naoko lived. It was easy to tell which room was hers. All I had to do was find the one window toward the back where a faint light trembled. I focused on that point of light for a long, long time. It made me think of something like the final throb of a soul's dying embers. I wanted to cup my hands over what was left and keep it alive. I went on watching the way Jay Gatsby watched that tiny light on the opposite shore night after night.
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It's not about 'succeeding,' but sometimes on a film, you know you've captured something.
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The prevalence of mobile homes does not correspond with the prevalence of poverty, or with much of anything else. All that can be confidently said about America's mobile homes is that they are massed in places where you wouldn't want to be in one. Florida's mobile homes lie athwart the path of hurricanes. Georgia's are in the way of tornadoes.
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I still find it hard to understand that anyone could argue that you can't have machines that exhibit consciousness.
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When you carry out acts of kindness you get a wonderful feeling inside. It is as though something inside your body responds and says, yes, this is how I ought to feel.
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I hope that what you take away from my album is not just the music - which I did want to be fun, and I did want it to be about individuality, but please also take away from it that there's no dream that's too big.
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The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours.
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There were a lot of offers before 'Vicky Donor,' but I wanted to wait for the right opportunity.
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We have lost a lot of ground to the extremists in the Middle East.
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In Europe we could do it, if we fly as soon as the event is over.
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As your career grows, the list of things that makes you happy should not become smaller, it should become bigger.
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I think of myself as a very ordinary person. I like writing about the juxtaposition between people: the beauty of them at times and then the banal, everyday context in which we find ourselves.
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Sometimes people mistake the way I talk for what I am thinking.
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'The Museum of Innocence' is not about politics; it's a love story, but I think it's political in the sense that it wants to capture how a man suppresses a woman.
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He who conquers others is strong; He who conquers himself is mighty.
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I like singer-songwriters, and I find sad songs comforting rather than depressing. It makes you realise you're not alone in the world.
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I hope it will be set in California. In a way, I made a mistake, because a New Jersey policeman can't operate that way in New York. But in California, he can move between different counties.
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I think, specifically with the horror genre, you have to make it very believable because it can come across ridiculous.
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It's tougher for women than men in Hollywood, period, if you ask me. As with most professions, women have generally not found equality with men when it comes to income and influence. There aren't as many female directors, producers, and writers, which translates to fewer complex roles for women.
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It's sore, but that's what I expected. I knew that once I missed the road trip that I was going to try to go the first game back. We had a couple of days off and I had a chance to practice once, so I'll be ready to go tomorrow.
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Love is really the only thing we can possess, keep with us, and take with us.
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One of the things that happens when people make the leap from a certain amount of money to tens of millions of dollars is that the people around you dramatically change.
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Everything in the world starts small and then becomes bigger—except bad things. They start big, and then get smaller.
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Where the road sloped upward beyond the trees, I sat and looked toward the building where Naoko lived. It was easy to tell which room was hers. All I had to do was find the one window toward the back where a faint light trembled. I focused on that point of light for a long, long time. It made me think of something like the final throb of a soul's dying embers. I wanted to cup my hands over what was left and keep it alive. I went on watching the way Jay Gatsby watched that tiny light on the opposite shore night after night.
