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People lose fifty million skin cells every day. The cells get scraped off and turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the air. Maybe we are nothing but skin cells as far as the world is concerned.
Haruki Murakami
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It seemed to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.
Haruki Murakami
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Wasn't it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core-- a tiny flame to cup one's hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.
Haruki Murakami
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I never could stand being forced to do something I didn't want to do at a time I didn't want to do it. Whenever I was able to do something I liked to do, though, when I wanted to do it, and the way I wanted to do it, I'd give it everything I had.
Haruki Murakami
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Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.
Haruki Murakami
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Is it against the law for me to know it?
Haruki Murakami
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Things can be seen better in the darkness," he said, as if he had just seen into her mind. "But the longer you spend in the dark, the harder it becomes to return to the world aboveground where the light is.
Haruki Murakami
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I was reborn," she said, her hot breath brushing his ear. "You were reborn," Tengo said. "Because I died once." "You died once," Tengo repeated. "On a night when there was a cold rain falling," she said. "Why did you die?" "So I would be reborn like this." "You would be reborn," Tengo said. "More or less," she whispered quietly. "In all sorts of forms.
Haruki Murakami
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If you listen to the radio for a whole hour there's maybe one decent song. The rest is mass-produced garbage.
Haruki Murakami
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Our faces were no more than ten inches apart but she was lightyears away from me.
Haruki Murakami
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Her smile steps offstage for a moment, then does an encore, all while I'm dealing with my blushing face.
Haruki Murakami
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Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.
Haruki Murakami
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Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn't make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.
Haruki Murakami
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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.
Haruki Murakami
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Please remember: things are not what they seem.
Haruki Murakami
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I don't want our relationship to end like this. You're one of the very few friends I have, and it hurts not being able to see you. When am I going to be able to talk to you? I want you to tell me that much, at least.
Haruki Murakami
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Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy.
Haruki Murakami
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Possibilities are like cancer. The more I think about them, the more they multiply, and there's no way to stop them. I'm out of control.
Haruki Murakami
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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.
Haruki Murakami
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In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion.
Haruki Murakami
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Wasn't he the one who said you shouldn't trust anybody who calls himself an ordinar man?
Haruki Murakami
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I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.
Haruki Murakami
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Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That's the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won't make time stand still.
Haruki Murakami
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The things she most wanted to tell him would lose their meaning the moment she put them into words.
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