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61f519b
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Hatsumi had a pretty good idea that Nagasawa was sleeping around, but she never complained to him. She was seriously in love with him, but she never made demands. 'I don't deserve a girl like Hatsumi,' Nagasawa once said to me. I had to agree with him.
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love
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Haruki Murakami |
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ef7e8a1
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En la vida siempre hay cosas demasiado complicadas para explicarlas en cualquier idioma.
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explicar
silencio
vida
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Haruki Murakami |
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cc41ff5
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People want to be bowled over by something special. Nine times out of ten you can forget, but that tenth time, that peak experience, is what people want. That's what can move the world. That's art.
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Haruki Murakami |
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b0b5ded
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Was it Aristotle who said the human soul is composed of reason, will, and desire?" "No, that was Plato. Aristotle and Plato were as different as Mel Torme and Bing Crosby. In any case, things were a lot simpler in the old days," Komatsu said. "Wouldn't it be fun to imagine reason, will, and desire engaged in a fierce debate around a table?"
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Haruki Murakami |
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625c824
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Okay, let's put it this way. I would like to sleep with you. But it's alright if I don't sleep with you. What I'm saying is I'd like to be as fair as possible. I don't want to force anything on anybody, any more than I'd want anything forced on me. It's enough that I feel your presence or see your commas swirling around me.
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kangaroo-communique
swirl
desire
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Haruki Murakami |
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2ff032e
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Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.
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Haruki Murakami |
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3f75a9f
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Nature is actually unnatural
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Haruki Murakami |
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d1336f7
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Everything in life is a metaphor.
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Haruki Murakami |
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242d260
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Just remember, life is a box of cookies. You know how they've got these cookie assortments, and you like some but you don't like others? And you eat up all the ones you like, and the only ones left are the ones you don't like so much? I always think about that when something painful comes up. 'Now i just have to polish these off, and everything'll be O.K.' Life is a box of cookies.
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Haruki Murakami |
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fe0b8b1
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Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone? Why the hell does it have to be like that?
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love
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Haruki Murakami |
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424c119
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If a person remains tense for a long time he might not notice it himself, but it's like his nerves are a piece of rubber that has been stretched out. It's hard to go back to the original shape.
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Haruki Murakami |
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c6f62bc
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He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.
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relationship
sadness
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Haruki Murakami |
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0363023
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An expectation was there, mixed in with so many other emotions - excitement, resignation, hesitation, confusion, fear - that would well up then wither on the vine. You're optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.
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Haruki Murakami |
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7700182
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When I first met you I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You're seeking something, but at the same time running away for all you're worth.
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Haruki Murakami |
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d651062
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A theory is a battlefield in your head.
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Haruki Murakami |
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e16dcbc
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Listen, every object's in flux. The Earth, time, concepts, love, life, faith, justice, evil--they're all fluid and in transition. They don't stay in one form or in one place forever. The whole universe is like some big FedEx box.
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Haruki Murakami |
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a25203c
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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."
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music
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Haruki Murakami |
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015b5b7
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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, I was still in elementary school at the time - fifth or sixth grade - but I made up my mind once and for all." -"Wow," I said. "Did the search pay off?" "That's the hard part," said Midori. She watched the rising smoke for a while, thinking. "I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it ..
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Haruki Murakami |
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3265a69
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She knew that my memories of her would fade. Which is precisely why she begged me never to forget her, to remember that she had existed. The thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow. Because Naoko never loved me.
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Haruki Murakami |
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6d6f893
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But actually time isn't a straight line. It doesn't ave a shape. In all senses of the term, it doesn't have any form. But since we can't picture something without form in our minds, for the sake of convenience we understand it as a straight line. At this point, humans are the only ones who can make that sort of conceptual substitution.
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Haruki Murakami |
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7e51c25
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I'm struck by how, except when you're young, you really need to prioritize in life, figuring out in what order you should divide up your time and energy. If you don't get that sort of system set by a certain age, you'll lack focus and your life will be out of balance.
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Haruki Murakami |
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cd68fd9
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I clicked the gate shut and slipped down the alley. Through one fence after another, I caught glimpses of people in their dining rooms and living rooms, eating and watching TV dramas. Food smells drifted into the alley through kitchen windows and exhaust fans. One teenaged boy was practicing a fast passage on his electric guitar, with the volume turned down. In a second floor window, a tiny girl was studying at her desk, an earnest expressi..
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Haruki Murakami |
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b53c2c0
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What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real.
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Haruki Murakami |
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1db623f
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To think that each skull once had skin and flesh and was stuffed with gray matter--in varying quantities--teeming with thoughts of food and sex and dominance. All now vanished.
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Haruki Murakami |
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b0fa0ec
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nkt: mn l'fDl 'l 'Hwl l`thwr `l~ lmnTq
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Haruki Murakami |
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adcdaac
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The problem was, I think, that the places I fit in were always falling behind the rimes.
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places
fit
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Haruki Murakami |
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a4fed1c
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I'm not sure if I could tell the difference--between just staring into space and thinking. We're usually thinking all the time, aren't we? Not that we live in order to think, but the opposite isn't true either--that we think in order to live. I believe, contrary to Descartes, that we sometimes think in order not to be. Staring into space might unintentionally have the opposite effect.
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Haruki Murakami |
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a221bfa
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Tell me something, Toru," She said. "Do you love me?" "You know I do." "Will you do me two favors?" "You can have up to three wishes, Madame." Naoko smiled and shook her head." No, two will do. One is for you to realize how grateful I am that you came to see me here. I hope you'll understand how happy you've made me. I know it's going to save me if anything will. I may not show it, but it's true." "I'll come to see you again." I said. "And ..
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Haruki Murakami |
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98ac4e2
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Talent can be a nice thing to have sometimes. You look good, attract attention, and if you're lucky, you make some money. Women flock to you. In that sense, having talent's preferable to having none. But talent only functions when it's supported by a tough, unyielding physical and mental focus. All it takes is one screw in your brain to come loose and fall off, or some connection in your body to break down, and your concentration vanishes, ..
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Haruki Murakami |
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8e01abb
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I spent thirty-three years in another man's shadow. I went everywhere he went, I helped him with everything he did. I was in a sense a part of him. When you live like that for a long time, you gradually lose track of what it is you yourself really want out of life
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Haruki Murakami |
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0c7feb8
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But how do you see you?" she asked. "Ever read The Brothers Karamazov?" I asked. "Once, a long time ago." "Well, toward the end, Alyosha is speaking to a young student named Kolya Krasotkin. And he says, Kolya, you're going to have a miserable future. But overall, you'll have a happy life." Two beers down, I hesitated before opening my third. "When I first read that, I didn't know what Alyosha meant," I said. "How was it possible for a life..
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Haruki Murakami |
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ecbd6ef
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I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.
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metaphor
loneliness
nature
beauty
moon
beauty-in-nature
sad
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Haruki Murakami |
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b3a85e1
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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.
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writing
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Haruki Murakami |
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e61ee9d
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At times like this, adults need a drink
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Haruki Murakami |
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b234b17
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It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. "You can't fight it."
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time
true
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Haruki Murakami |
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70a3e76
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He placed this doubt inside a drawer in his mind labeled "Pending" and postponed any further consideration."
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Haruki Murakami |
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9e020e9
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But hell, you've gotta work with what you've got.
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Haruki Murakami |
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f71452c
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Writing from memory like this, I often feel a pang of dread. What if I've forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?
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memories
writing
memory
nostalgia
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Haruki Murakami |
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4134a48
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There are no truly strong people. Only people who pretend to be strong.
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Haruki Murakami |
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df429fa
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Love with complications. Scenery was the last thing on my mind.
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Haruki Murakami |
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7c7c2bc
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There are certain thoughts that, no matter what, you have to keep inside.
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haruki murakami |
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54901e3
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Then I noticed that my shadow was crying too, shedding clear, sharp shadow tears. Have you ever seen the shadows of tears, Mr. Wind-Up Bird? They're nothing like ordinary shadows. Nothing at all. They come here from some other, distant world, especially for our hearts. Or maybe not. It struck me then that the tears my shadow was shedding might be the real thing, and the tears that I was shedding were just shadows. You don't get it, I'm sure..
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Haruki Murakami |
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d368566
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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..
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norwegian-wood
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Haruki Murakami |
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8c88603
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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.
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people
society
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Haruki Murakami |