Haruki Murakami Quotes
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You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.
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I'm a writer. I don't support any war. That's my principle.
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Writers have to keep on writing if they want to mature, like caterpillars endlessly chewing on leaves.
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This place is too calm, too natural--too complete. I don't deserve it. At least not yet.
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Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.
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The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.
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You make do with what you have. As you age you learn even to be happy with what you have.
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I think most people live in fiction...That's how you keep your fragile body intact.
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But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.
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But still," Ayumi said, "it seems to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness." "You may be right," Aomame said, "But it's too late to trade it in for another one.
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Maybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.
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One listless day followed another, with nothing to distinguish one from the next. You could have changed the order and no one would have noticed.
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Generally, people who are good at writing letters have no need to write letters. They've got plenty of life to lead inside their own context.
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My heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and waiting for it to pass. And it would pass -- but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.
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For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesnt begin at all.
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When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.
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Why do people have to build such depressing places? I'm not saying that every nook and cranny of the world has to be beautiful, but does it have to be this ugly?
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Don't let appearances fool you. There's always only one reality!
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My biggest faults is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year. It's like I was raising chickens inside me. The chickens lay eggs and the eggs hatch into other chickens, which then lay eggs. Is this any way to live a life? What with all these faults I've got going, I have to wonder. Sure, I get by. But in the end, that's not the question, is it?
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When people tell a lie about something, they have to make up a bunch of lies to go with the first one. ‘Mythomania’ is the word for it.
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In dreams begins responsiblities.
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How wonderful it is to be able to write someone a letter! To feel like conveying your thoughts to a person, to sit at your desk and pick up a pen, to put your thoughts into words like this is truly marvelous.
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The best point of my novels, I think, is their humor. I want to keep many my works humorous.
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What happens when people open their hearts?... They get better.