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1d5bf0d
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About half the people in the world dislike their own name.
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Haruki Murakami |
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5dc86e4
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Think it over carefully. This is very important," I say, "because to believe something, whatever it might be, is the doing of the mind. Do you follow? When you say you believe, you allow the possibility of disappointment. And from disappointment or betrayal, there may come despair. Such is the way of the mind."
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mind
despair
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Haruki Murakami |
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34a03eb
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Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent.
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Haruki Murakami |
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44d0433
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No two human beings are alike; it's a question of identity. And what is identity? The cognitive system arisin' from the aggregate memories of that individual's past experiences. The layman's word for this is the mind. Not two human beings have the same mind. At the same time, human beings have almost no grasp of their own cognitive systems. I don't, you don't, nobody does. All we know--or think we know--is but a fraction of the whole cake. ..
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mind
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Haruki Murakami |
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ca4e706
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All's well that ends well.' 'Assuming there's an end somewhere,' Aomame said. Tamaru formed some short creases near his mouth that were faintly reminiscent of a smile. 'There has to be an end somewhere. It's just that nothing's labeled "This is the end." Is the top rung of a ladder labeled "This is the last rung. Please don't step higher than this'?" Aomame shook her head. 'It's the same thing,' Tamaru said. Aomame said, 'If you use common ..
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hopelessness
suicide
hope
eyes-wide-open
keep-going-keep-your-eyes-open
ladder
common-sense
endings
end
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Haruki Murakami |
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1f8f59c
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Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads--at least that's where I imagine it--there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off..
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Haruki Murakami |
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2c86510
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Every single day, each time I see her face, see her, it's utterly precious.
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love
miss-saeki
kafka-on-the-shore
murakami
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Haruki Murakami |
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74ad950
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It seemed unreasonable, unfair, that a woman so young and beautiful should be so exhausted. Of course, it was neither unreasonable nor unfair. Exhaustion pays no mind to age and beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.
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Haruki Murakami |
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c19cc43
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No matter how much long-distance running might suit me, of course there are days when I feel kind of lethargic and don't want to run. Actually, it happens a lot. On days like that, I try to think of all kinds of plausible excuses to slough it off. Once, I interviewed the Olympic running Toshihiko Seko, just after he retired from running and became manager of the S&B company team. I asked him, "Does a runner at your level ever feel like you'..
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Haruki Murakami |
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038c0b9
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There's that kind of money in the world. It aggravates you to have it, makes you miserable to spend it, and you hate yourself when it's gone. And when you hate yourself, you feel like spending money. Except there's no money left. And no hope.
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Haruki Murakami |
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806d9ca
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Of course you keep telling yourself there's something to be learned from everything, and growing old shouldn't be that hard. That's the general drift.
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Haruki Murakami |
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b065971
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All he wanted from the girl was for her to hold his hand again if possible. He wanted her to squeeze his hand again someplace where the two of them could be alone. And he wanted her to tell him something--anything--about herself, to whisper some secret about what it meant to be Aomame, what it meant to be a ten-year-old girl. He would try hard to understand it, and that would be the beginning of something, though even now, Tengo still had n..
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young-love
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Haruki Murakami |
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bd48e7e
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He would eventually have to pass through the forest, but he felt no fear. Of course - the forest was inside him, he knew, and it made him who he was.
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reassurance
fear
life
fear-in-life
forest-metaphor
life-is-like-a-forest
forest
life-lesson
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Haruki Murakami |
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70eb561
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A face is like reading a palm. More than the features you're born with, a face is gradually formed over the passage of time, through all the experiences a person goes through, and no two faces are alike.
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Haruki Murakami |
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103f837
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That's good. I was worried. Of course, I do have a few things wrong with me, but those are strictly problems I keep inside. I'd hate to think they were obvious to anybody else. Especially at the swimming pool in the summer.
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Haruki Murakami |
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8292f1d
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The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted as the first winds of winter slipped between the withered branches and across the highlands toward the southeast. Stopping in the center of the pasture, I could hear the winds clearly. No turning back, they pronounced. The brief autumn was gone.
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Haruki Murakami |
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e162cf7
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Most of the troubles in life come on all of a sudden.
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Haruki Murakami |
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27cfaea
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Even if you don't acknowledge it, people die, and guys sleep with girls. That's just how it is.
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Haruki Murakami |
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2521d97
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I'm not very good at giving people orderly explanations of things.
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Haruki Murakami |
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1e6e49a
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When you see runners in town is easy to distinguish beginners from veterans. The ones panting are beginners; the ones with quiet, measured breathing are the veterans. Their hearts, lost in thought, slowly tick away time. When we pass each other on the road, we listen to the rhythm of each other's breathing, and sense the way the other person is ticking away the moments.
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Haruki Murakami |
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9bb0af6
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You always look so cool, like no matter what happens, it's got nothing to do with you, but you're not really like that. In your own way, you're out there fighting as hard as you can, even if other people can't tell by looking at you.
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Haruki Murakami |
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884e79b
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Si he dejado una herida en tu interior, esta herida no es solo tuya, tambien es mia. Ai que no me odies por ello. Soy un ser imperfecto. Mucho mas imperfecto de lo que tu crees
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inspirational
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Haruki Murakami |
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3ac8bc1
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There are times when the understanding does not come until later, when it no longer matters. Other times I do what I must do, not knowing my own mind, and I am led astray.
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Haruki Murakami |
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99f6913
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I have these realistic dreams and snap wide awake in the middle of the night. And for a while I can't work out what's real and what isn't... That kind of feeling. Do you have any idea what I'm saying?
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love
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Haruki Murakami |
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09f6d3f
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When you sneak into somebody's backyard, it does seem that guts and curiosity are working together. Curiosity can bring guts out of hiding at times, maybe even get them going. But curiosity usually evaporates. Guts have to go for the long haul. Curiosity's like a fun friend you can't really trust. It turns you on and then it leaves you to make it on your own-with whatever guts you can muster.
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guts
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Haruki Murakami |
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c1c6609
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I think I'll stay alive here a bit longer, and see with my own eyes what's going to happen. I can still die after that - it won't be too late. Probably.
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Haruki Murakami |
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b4bb132
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The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.
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Haruki Murakami |
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5040bcf
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Once you're lost, you panic. You're in total despair, not knowing what to do. I hate it when that happens. Sex can be a real pain that way, 'cause when you get in the mood all you can think about is what's right under your nose - that's sex, all right.
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sex
life
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Haruki Murakami |
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215606a
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Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.
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Haruki Murakami |
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c3a706c
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From the photo albums, every single print of her had been peeled away. Shots of the both of us together had been cut, the parts with her neatly trimmed away, leaving my image behind. Photos of me alone or of mountains and rivers and deer and cats were left intact. Three albums rendered into a revised past. It was as if I'd been alone at birth, alone all my days, and would continue alone.
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loneliness
nameless-protagonist
photo-albums
photos
divorce
revision
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Haruki Murakami |
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500d825
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The way surviving hard winters makes a tree grows stronger, the growth rings inside it tighter
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life
inspirational
haruki-murakami
survivor
growing-up
hard
trees
growth
survival
strong
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Haruki Murakami |
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8357f36
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Way back when the Sam Peckinpah film The Wild Bunch premiered, a woman journalist raised her hand at the press conference and asked the following: "Why in the world do you have to show so much blood all over the place?" She was pretty worked up about it. One of the actors, Ernest Borgnine, looked a bit perplexed and fielded the question. "Lady, did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?" This film came out at the height of the ..
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Haruki Murakami |
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0e20cc8
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Dok god muzika svira, igraj dok te noge nose. Razumes li sta ti govorim? Igraj dok te noge nose. Ne smes da razmisljas zasto igras. Ne smes da razmisljas o znacenju toga. Jer, u osnovi, znacenja nema. Pocnes li da razmisljas, noge ce ti se zaustaviti. Zaustave li ti se jednom noge, ja tu vise nista ne mogu. Tvoje veze ce nestati. Nestace zauvek! I vise neces moci da zivis nigde drugde osim u ovom svetu. Brzo ces biti uvucen u ovaj svet. Zat..
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svet
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Haruki Murakami |
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7e08dc8
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When microorganisms die, they make oil; when huge timbers fall, they make coal. But everything here was pure, unadulterated rubbish that didn't make anything. Where does a busted videodeck get you?
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Haruki Murakami |
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d386b2e
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Aomame raised her glass to the moon and asked, "Have you gone to bed with someone in your arms lately?" The moon did not answer. "Do you have any friends?" she asked. The moon did not answer. "Don't you get tired of always playing it cool?" The moon did not answer."
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moon
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Haruki Murakami |
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1652b08
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It was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Polish films.
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poland
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Haruki Murakami |
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e74ecc8
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And now I'm really, really, really tired and I want to fall asleep listening to someone tell me how much they like me and how pretty I am and stuff. That's all I want. And when I wake up, I'll be full of energy and I'll never make these kinds of selfish demands again. I swear. I'll be a good girl.
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Haruki Murakami |
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5e1da3e
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She and I would trade books, talk endlessly, drink cheap whiskey, engage in unremarkable sex. You know, the stuff of everyday.
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Haruki Murakami |
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1599630
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Entonces no lo sabia. No sabia que era capaz de herir a alguien tan hondamente que jamas se repusiera. A veces, hay personas que pueden herir a los demas por el mero hecho de existir
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Haruki Murakami |
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9fd5967
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Love and used Subarus were two different things. Weren't they?
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Haruki Murakami |
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aacc0a6
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Writing things was important, wasn't it? Nakata asked. 'Yes, it was. The process of writing was important. Even though the finished product is completely meaningless.
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Haruki Murakami |
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ffc30b9
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As the autumn deepens, the fathomless lakes of their eyes assume an ever more sorrowful hue. The leaves turn color, the grasses wither; the beasts sense the advance of a long, hungry season. And bowing to their vision, I too know a sadness.
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Haruki Murakami |
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914d3d0
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The things we try our hardest not to lose, we really just put deep abysses in the spaces between them.
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Haruki Murakami |
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13abb5f
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Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us.
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words
writing
where-i-m-most-likely-to-find-it
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Haruki Murakami |