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It's not me but the world that's deranged.

It's not me but the world that's deranged.

Haruki Murakami
World, Deranged
Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84: Books 1 and 2”, p.119, Random House

You said that the mind is like the wind but perhaps it is we who are like the wind Knowing nothing, simply blowing through. Never aging, never dying.

Haruki Murakami
Knowing Nothing, Wind, Mind
Haruki Murakami (1993). “Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World: A Novel”, Vintage

In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.

Haruki Murakami
Dream, Hurt, Reality
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jan 05, 2017

Shakespeare said it best,' Tamaru said quietly as he gazed at that lumpish, misshapen head. 'Something along these lines: if we die today, we do not have to die tomorrow, so let us look to the best in each other

Haruki Murakami
Looks, Lines, Today

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.

Haruki Murakami
Dream, People, Forever
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Feb 05, 2016

What do you mean, 'playing really creatively'? Can you give me an example?" "Hmm, let's see ... you send the music deep enough into your heart so that it makes your body undergo a kind of a physical shift, and simultaneously the listener's body also undergoes the same kind of physical shift. It's giving birth to that kind of shared state. Probably.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Mean, Giving

In Japan they prefer the realistic style. They like answers and conclusions, but my stories have none. I want to leave them wide open to every possibility. I think my readers understand that openness.

Haruki Murakami
Thinking, Japan, Style

You know what I should do?" Hoshino asked excited. "Of course," the cat said. "What'd I tell you? Cats know everything. Not like dogs.

Haruki Murakami
Dog, Cat, Excited
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Dec 26, 2012

It is sometimes necessary for each person. Fill up with delicious food, get drunk, sing loudly and chat frivolously.

Haruki Murakami
Drunk, Sometimes, Delicious Food

Listen up—there’s no war that will end all wars,’ Crow tells me. ‘War breeds war. Lapping up the blood shed by violence, feeding on wounded flesh. War is a perfect, self-contained being. You need to know that.

Haruki Murakami
War, Self, Blood
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Apr 17, 2014

Have books ‘happened’ to you? Unless your answer to that question is ‘yes,’ I’m unsure how to talk to you

Haruki Murakami
Book, Answers, Happened

So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

Haruki Murakami
Farewell, Loss, Play
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Feb 19, 2012

Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it'd lose even its imperfection.

Haruki Murakami
Perfect, World, Pointless Things
"Sputnik Sweetheart". Book by Haruki Murakami, www.theguardian.com. April 2001.

I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.

Haruki Murakami
Struggle, Heart, Light
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Norwegian Wood”, p.37, Random House

Where there is light, there must be shadow, where there is shadow there must be light. There is no shadow without light and no light without shadow.... We do not know if the so-called Little People are good or evil. This is, in a sense, something that surpasses our understanding and our definitions. We have lived with them since long, long ago-- from a time before good and evil even existed, when people's minds were still benighted.

Haruki Murakami
Light, Long Ago, People

The sense of tragedy - according to Aristotle - comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonist's weak points but from his good qualities. Do you know what I'm getting at? People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. ... [But] we accept irony through a device called metaphor. And through that we grow and become deeper human beings.

Haruki Murakami
People, Tragedy, Quality

As long as there's such a thing as time, everybody's damaged in the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.

Haruki Murakami
Long, Ends, Changed
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Dec 24, 2013

Ever since that happened to me, I haven't been able to give myself to anyone in this world.

Haruki Murakami
Giving, World, Able

She lived frugally, but her meals were the only things on which she deliberately spent her money. She never compromised on the quality of her groceries, and drank only good-quality wines.

Haruki Murakami
Wine, Quality, Meals

My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.

Haruki Murakami
Years, Faults, Born
Haruki Murakami (2011). “A Wild Sheep Chase”, p.64, Random House

There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.

Haruki Murakami
Writing, Perfect, Insightful
Haruki Murakami (1987). “風の歌を聴け”

Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?

Haruki Murakami
Action, Products
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Jul 22, 2014

There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.

Haruki Murakami
Honesty, Heart, World
Haruki Murakami (2011). “1Q84: Books 1 and 2”, p.475, Random House

If you're young and talented, it's like you have wings.

Haruki Murakami
Running, Wings, Talent
Haruki Murakami (2011). “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running”, p.80, Random House

Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless.

Haruki Murakami
Car, Gone, World

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