Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don't know a soul?
Haruki MurakamiThings like that happen all the time in this great big world of ours. It's like taking a boat out on a beautiful lake on a beautiful day and thinking both the sky and the lake are beautiful. So stop eating yourself up alive. Things will go where they're supposed to go if you just let them take their natural course.
Haruki MurakamiSometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum -- a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself.
Haruki MurakamiNuestra existencia es una sucesión de instantes aprisionados entre el
Haruki MurakamiTags: caza-del-carnero-salvaje
That's how it is with art. Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning are incapable of such writing.
Haruki MurakamiWhen the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not.
Haruki MurakamiPeople leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.
Haruki MurakamiThis kind of thing doesn't seem to bother most people. Given the chance, people are surprisingly frank when they talk about themselves. "I'm honest and open to a ridiculous degree," they'll say, or "I'm thin-skinned and not the type who gets along easily in the world." Or "I am very good at sensing others' true feelings." But any number of times I've seen people who say they're easily hurt hurt other people for no apparent reason. Self-styled honest and open people, without realizing what they're doing, blithely use some self-serving excuse to get what they want. And those "good at sensing others' true feelings" are duped by the most transparent flattery. It's enough to make me ask the question: How well do we really know ourselves?
Haruki MurakamiI was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else.I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.
Haruki MurakamiBut I didn't understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
Haruki MurakamiTags: depressing
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