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Young people these days don't trust anything at all. They want to be free.

Young people these days don't trust anything at all. They want to be free.

Haruki Murakami
People, Want, Young

Which is why I am writing this book. To think. To understand. It just happens to be the way I'm made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.

Haruki Murakami
Book, Writing, Thinking
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Apr 02, 2015

A strange, terrific force unlike anything I've ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will--over and over.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Independent, Roots
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Oct 22, 2014

Each day the sun would rise and set, the flag would be raised and lowered. Each Sunday I would have a date with my dead friend’s girl. I had no idea what I was doing or what I was going to do.

Haruki Murakami
Girl, Sunday, Ideas
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Norwegian Wood”, p.36, Random House

Things outside you are projections of what's inside you, and what's inside you is a projection of what's outside. So when you step into the labyrinth outside you, at the same time you're stepping into the labyrinth inside.

Haruki Murakami
Labyrinth, Steps, Projection
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Sep 23, 2015

I always write my novels with music (I don't listened to the music seriously.) Music seems to encourage me.

Haruki Murakami
Writing, Novel, Seems
Source: yositeru.blogspot.com

We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze.

Haruki Murakami
Spring, Arbitrary, Breeze
"A Wild Sheep Chase: A Novel". Book by Haruki Murakami, October 13, 1982.

When I was a teenager, I thought how great it would be if only I could write novels in English. I had the feeling that I would be able to express my emotions so much more directly than if I wrote in Japanese.

Haruki Murakami
Teenager, Writing, Feelings

At any rate, that’s how I started running. Thirty three—that’s how old I was then. Still young enough, though no longer a young man. The age that Jesus Christ died. The age that Scott Fitzgerald started to go downhill. That age may be a kind of crossroads in life. That was the age when I began my life as a runner, and it was my belated, but real, starting point as a novelist.

Haruki Murakami
Running, Jesus, Real
Haruki Murakami (2011). “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running”, p.47, Random House

A man is like a two-story house. The first floor is equipped with an entrance and a living room. On the second floor is every family member's room. They enjoy listening to music and reading books. On the first underground floor is the ruin of people's memories. The room filled with darkness is the second underground floor.

Haruki Murakami
Memories, Book, Reading
Source: yositeru.blogspot.com

The sun sliced through the windshield, sealing me in light. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth on my eyelids. Sunlight traveled a long distance to reach this planet; an infinitesimal portion of that sunlight was enough to warm my eyelids. I was moved. That something as insignificant as an eyelid had its place in the workings on the universe, that the cosmic order did not overlook this momentary fact.

Haruki Murakami
Distance, Eye, Light

It's basically the same in all periods of societies. If you belong to the majority, you can avoid thinking about lots of troubling things.' 'And those troubling things are all you /can/ think about when you're one of the few.' 'That's about the size of it,' she said mournfully. 'But maybe, if you're in a situation like that, you learn to think for yourself.' 'Yes, but maybe what you end up thinking for yourself /about/ is all those troubling things.

Haruki Murakami
Thinking, Majority, Size

So I made up my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Watanabe: Wow, and did your search pay off? M: That's the hard part. I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tough.

Haruki Murakami
Years, Long, Perfection

And as we live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding on to them.

Haruki Murakami
Beautiful, Eye, Drawing

I think people who share my dreams can enjoy reading my novels. And that's a wonderful thing. I said that myths are like a reservoir of stories, and if I can act as a similar kind of "reservoir," albeit a modest one, that would make me very happy.

Haruki Murakami
Dream, Reading, Thinking
Source: www.bookbrowse.com

This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.

Haruki Murakami
Self, Somewhere Else, Pathways
FaceBook post by Haruki Murakami from Sep 07, 2016

At the entrance to the original tower, there is a stone into which Jung carved some words with his own hand: 'Cold or not, God is present.

Haruki Murakami
Hands, Towers, Stones

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?

Haruki Murakami
Beautiful, Depressing, People

Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.

Haruki Murakami
Rain, Earthquakes, Mind
Haruki Murakami (2011). “Dance Dance Dance”, p.68, Random House

I closed my own jazz bar so I could be a man who can write novels as I like. I was pleased about that. This pleasure was connected to the pleasure of writing.

Haruki Murakami
Writing, Men, Bars
Source: yositeru.blogspot.com

Whether it's good for anything or not, cool or totally uncool, in the final analysis what's most important is what you can't see but can feel in your heart.

Haruki Murakami
Heart, Important, Finals
Haruki Murakami (2011). “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running”, p.172, Random House

If there's any guy crazy enough to attack me, I'm going to show him the end of the world -- close up. I'm going to let him see the kingdom come with his own eyes. I'm going to send him straight to the southern hemisphere and let the ashes of death rain all over him and the kangaroos and the wallabies.

Haruki Murakami
Badass, Crazy, Rain

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.

Haruki Murakami
Night, Thinking, Light

So I'm not crazy after all! I thought it looked good myself once I cut it all off. Not one guy likes it, though. They all tell me I look like a first grader or a concentration camp survivor. What's this thing that guys have for girls with long hair? Fascists, the whole bunch of them! Why do guys all think girls with long hair are the classiest, the sweetest, the most feminine? I mean, I myself know at least two hundred and fifty unclassy girls with long hair. Really.

Haruki Murakami
Girl, Crazy, Mean

Let me just tell you this, Watanabe," said Midori, pressing her cheek against my neck. "I'm a real, live girl, with real, live blood gushing through my veins. You're holding me in your arms and I'm telling you that I love you. I'm ready to do anything you tell me to do. I may be a little bit mad, but I'm a good girl, and honest, and I work hard, I'm kind of cute, I have nice boobs, I'm a good cook, and my father left me a trust fund. I mean, I'm a real bargain, don't you think? If you don't take me, I'll end up going somewhere else.

Haruki Murakami
Cute, Girl, Father

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