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Parents, teachers, government - they all teach you how to live the dreary , deadening life of a slave, but nobody teaches you how to live normally.
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Ryū Murakami |
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All Americans have something lonely about them. I don't know what the reason might be, except maybe that they're all descended from immigrants.
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immigrants
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Ryū Murakami |
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Words themselves aren't that important. Even if somebody says words that shock you, or make you want to kill them, or make you tremble with emotion, the words themselves you tend to forget in time. Words are just tools we use to express or communicate something.
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Ryū Murakami |
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When you're in an extreme situation you tend to avoid facing it by getting caught up in little details. Like a guy who's decided to commit suicide and boards a train only to become obsessed with whether he remembered to lock the door when he left home.
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suicide
japanese-literature
japanese
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Ryū Murakami |
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What makes somebody nice or unpleasant to be around is the way they communicate. When people are fucked up, their communication is fucked up.
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Ryū Murakami |
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This was a factory, a sorting house. We were no different from dogs and pigs and cows: all of us were allowed to play when we were small, but then, just before reaching maturity, we were sorted and classified. Being a high school student was the first step toward becoming a domestic animal.
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work
education
life
growing-up
high-school
childhood
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Ryū Murakami |
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There in that pool stained with green blood, he had learned two things: one was that all the pain stopped when you stopped fighting death; and the other was that as long as you could still hear your heart beating, you had to keep fighting back.
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Ryū Murakami |
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Yeah, he'd said, maybe it's just my idea, but really it always hurts, the times it don't hurt is when we just forget, we just forget it hurts, you know, it's not just because my belly's all rotten, everybody always hurts. So when it really starts stabbing me, somehow I feel sort of peaceful, like I'm myself again.
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pain
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Ryū Murakami |
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That was with me for years--feeling I wasn't myself. And I do think I wasn't my real self then. Of course, I'm not sure there is such a thing as a real self. You could ransack your innards looking for the real you and never find it--slice yourself open and all you'll find is blood and muscle and bone.
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self
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Ryū Murakami |
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And just because I've written this book, don't think I've changed. I'm like I was back then, really.
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Ryū Murakami |
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When you're a kid, getting lost isn't just an event or a situation, it's like a career move. You get this thrill of anxiety and fear and a feeling that you've done something that can never be undone.
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japanese-literature
japanese
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Ryū Murakami |
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The young people nowadays - men and women, amateurs and pros - generally fall into one of two categories: either they don't know what it is that's most important to them, or they know but don't have the power to go after it. But this girl's different. She knows what's most important to her and she knows how to get it, but she doesn't let on what it is. I'm pretty sure it's not money, or success, or a normal happy life, or a strong man, or s..
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Ryū Murakami |
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And sometimes ignorance is even harder to deal with than deliberate evil.
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ignorance
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Ryū Murakami |
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People were infected with the concept that happiness was something outside themselves, and a new and powerful form of loneliness was born.
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Ryū Murakami |
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In heated rooms, he often felt the outlines of his body, the border between him and the external world, grow disturbingly fuzzy.
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temperature
heat
sense-of-self
weather
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Ryū Murakami |
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Adama was loyal--not to me, mind you. He was a believer, but it wasn't me he believed in. He believed in something that was part of the very air we breathed in the late sixties, and he was loyal to that something. It wouldn't be easy to explain what that something was. Whatever it was, though, it made us free. It saved us from being bound to a single set of values.
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Ryū Murakami |
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Every time he studied this instrument, with its slender, gleaming steel rod that tapered down to such needle-like sharpness, he wondered why it was necessary to have things like this in the world. If it were truly only for chopping ice, you'd think a completely different design might do. The people who produce and sell things like this don't understand, he thought. They don't realize that some of us break out in a cold sweat at just a glimp..
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psychological
japanese-literature
horror
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Ryū Murakami |
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He invited me to his apartment in the wee hours one morning and pulled out a set of children's building blocks. It seems he used to ride around and around on the Yamanote Line with them, building castles on the floor of the train.
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yamanote
japanese-literature
japanese
train
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Ryū Murakami |
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Thanks to the imagination, there's no end to things in this world that can trigger anxiety.
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psychological
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Ryū Murakami |
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I put the thin fragment of glass, dripping blood, in my pocket, and ran out into the misty road. The doors and windows of the houses were shut, nothing was moving. I thought I'd been swallowed by a huge living thing, that I was turning around and around in its stomach like the hero of some fairy tale.
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Ryū Murakami |
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After listening to a lot of these stories, I began to think that American loneliness is a completely different creature from anything we experience in this country, and it made me glad I was born Japanese. The type of loneliness where you need to keep struggling to accept a situation is fundamentally different from the sort you know you'll get through if you just hang in there.
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struggle
loneliness
life
japan
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Ryū Murakami |
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Very few people of our generation or the next will reach adulthood without experiencing the sort of unhappiness you can't really deal with on your own. We're still in the minority, so the media lump us together as "The Oversensitive Young", or whatever the latest catchphrase is, but eventually that will change."
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Ryū Murakami |
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Did you know that only a tiny minority of viruses cause illness in humans? No one knows how many viruses there are, but their real role, when you get right down to it, is to aid in mutations, to create diversity among life forms. I've read a lot of books on the subject-when you don't need much sleep you have a lot of time to read-and I can tell you that if it weren't for viruses, mankind would never have evolved on this planet. Some viruses..
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Ryū Murakami |
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orang-orang yang tidak tahu apa yang paling mereka inginkan, pasti tidak akan mendapatkan apa pun
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Ryū Murakami |
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The feeling that the world was at my feet and the feeling that I alone was cut off from the world, the sense of power and the anxiety, had both stayed with me ever since that evening at the pond.
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Ryū Murakami |
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You don't know what cold is until you've experienced the cold you feel when the blood is draining out of your body.
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suicide
death
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Ryū Murakami |
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The song was the late Ishihara Yujiro's "Rusty Knife," and Sakaguchi's singing was so bad that it gave the lyric a strange new pathos and poignancy. Listening to his version, Suzuki Midori was reminded that no one ever said it would be easy to go on living in this world; Takeuchi Midori pondered the noble truth that nobody's life consists exclusively of happy times; Henmi Midori vowed to remember that it's best to keep an open heart and for..
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Ryū Murakami |
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Los ninos luchaban con desesperacion por amar a sus padres. De hecho, antes que odiar a un padre, elegian odiarse a si mismos.
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Ryū Murakami |
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She stepped towards the door beneath the sign, then stopped and looked back at him. 'You'll be right here, right?' 'I promise.' 'And you'll stay with me tonight, won't you?' 'Of course. I won't leave you.' I've got to snuff her as soon as possible and get this over with, Kawashima thought as he watched her enter the building.
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Ryū Murakami |
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In Japan, even when you're alone, you're never really that lonely. But the loneliness you feel living among people with differently coloured skin and eyes, whose language you don't even speak very well - that sort of loneliness is something you feel down to the marrow of your bones.
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Ryū Murakami |
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A person without self-confidence is incapable of being independent, and people who are dependent on their partners always create unhappiness. Always.
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Ryū Murakami |
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Even now I occasionally get a long letter from Kimiko, who's still in and out of mental hospitals. I've never written a reply. The Last Picture Show Iwas eighteen.
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Ryū Murakami |
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His face was smiling, his eyes glittered in the late autumn moonlight, and he emitted a flickering aura that might have triggered seizures in an impartial but sensitive child, and yet he was strangely depressed.
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Ryū Murakami |
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These young men, in other words, represented a variety of types, but one thing they had in common was that they'd all given up on committing positively to anything in life. This was not their fault, however. The blame lay with a certain ubiquitous spirit of the times, transmitted to them by their respective mothers. And perhaps it goes without saying that this "spirit of the times" was in fact an oppressive value system based primarily upon..
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spirit
oppressive
times
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Ryū Murakami |
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Of course, I'm not sure there is such a thing as a real self. You could ransack your innards looking for the real you and never find it - slice yourself open and all you'll find is blood and muscle and bone...
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Ryū Murakami |
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having nothing better to do, meandered off to a coffee shop and sat facing each other for a couple of hours, neither of them talking much but each coming to the general conclusion that the other was a person rather like himself...
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silence
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Ryū Murakami |
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I remembered reading in a hard-boiled detective novel that if you drink in the same place two nights in a row, the bartender and waiters will remember your face.
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Ryū Murakami |
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That's what violence was: emotion leaking out from consciousness into the physical world, linking up with the muscles of the arms and shoulders and diaphragm and, inevitably, the face. Stifle emotion during an act of violence and the face becomes a blank, unreadable mask.
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violence
inspirational
bad-ass
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Ryū Murakami |
6fd3eab
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Memories are't like words; they're soft and gooey. Covered with a sticky slime, like a penis after sex, or your vagina when you menstruate, and shaped like tadpoles or tiny watersnakes
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Ryū Murakami |
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that you don't suffer because of someone else. There's never anyone but
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Ryū Murakami |
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Only time can heal wounds as deep as that--a lot of time--and all you can really do is place yourself in its hands and try to consider the passing of each day a victory.
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Ryū Murakami |
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I wondered if there were planets where it's okay to murder people. I decided there must be, reminding myself that in war, after all, killers are heroes.
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Ryū Murakami |
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They needed a reason why a little kid would commit murder, someone or something to point the finger at, and I think they were relieved when they hit upon horror movies as the culprit. But there's no reason a child commits murder, just as there's no reason a child gets lost. What would it be - because his parents weren't watching him? That's not a reason, it's just a step in the process.
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murder
japanese-literature
japanese
japan
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Ryū Murakami |
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When I went on anyway, my body began to grow cold, and I thought I was dead. Face pale, my dead self sat down on a bench and began to turn toward my real self, who was watching this hallucination on the screen of the night. My dead self came nearer, just as if it might want to shake hands with my real self. That's when I panicked and tried to run. But my dead self pursued me and finally caught me, entered me and controlled me. I'd felt..
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world
murakami
japanese
self
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Ryū Murakami |