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I found a Bill Evans record in the bookcase and was listening to it while drying my hair when I realized that it was the record I had played in Naoko's room on the night of her birthday, the night she cried and I took her in my arms. That had happened only six months earlier, but it felt like something from a much remoter past. Maybe it felt that way because I had thought about it so often-too often, to the point where it had distorted my s..
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For darkness terrifies. It swallows you, warps you, nullifies you. Who alive can possibly profess confidence in darkness? In the dark, you can't see.
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grief
loss
change
darkness
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No matter how mundane some action might appear, keep at it long enough and it becomes a contemplative, even meditative act.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Nobody would take the time and effort to hang a fake moon in a real sky.
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Haruki Murakami |
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But finally, Mr. Wind-Up Bird, isn't that just what life is? Aren't we all trapped in the dark somewhere, and they've taken away our food and water, and we're slowly dying, little by little...?
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Haruki Murakami |
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qltu: l`lki lm tfhmyny. l tt`lq lms'l@ b"mdh b`d?". ytwlWah b`D lns bqr@ jdwl lqTrt, whdh m yf`lwnh Twl lwqt. b`D lns ySn` nmdhj qwrb mn '`wd lthqb. fm lkhT' dh kn hnk shb wHd fy l`lm yjd mt`th lkbr~ fy mHwl@ fhmik?"
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Haruki Murakami |
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I don't think most people would like my personality. There might be a few -- very few, I would imagine- who are impressed by it, but rarely would anyone like it.
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personality
personal
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In any case, though, I believe that I have no been fair to you and that, as a result, I must have led you around in circles and hurt you deeply. In doing so, however, I have led myself around in circles and hurt myself just as deeply. I say this not as an excuse or means of self-justification but because it's true. If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound, but mine as well. So please try not to hate me. I am a flawed hum..
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Haruki Murakami |
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Le travail ne representait qu'ennui pour moi, je detestais aller au bureau. Je me sentais vraiment oppresse. J'avais l'impression que mon moi veritable se retrecissait de plus en plus, et que j'allais finir par disparaitre.
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moi
travail
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Haruki Murakami |
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In a world of time, nothing can go back to the way it was.
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Haruki Murakami |
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We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.
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Haruki Murakami |
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My arm was not the one she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else. I felt almost guilty being me.
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Haruki Murakami |
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When Debussy was seeming to get nowhere with an opera he was composing, he put it this way: "I spent my days pursuing the nothingness - - it creates." My job is to create that void, that . Hunting knife"
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debussy
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Nights without work I spent with whisky and books.
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love-story
lovers
sadness
tears
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Haruki Murakami |
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With my own hands, I had to construct this thing I called 'I' -or, rather, make the things that constituted me.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Lo que sea que estes buscando no va a llegar en la forma que lo esperas
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Haruki Murakami |
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Ya ves, continuamos viviendo, cada uno a su manera [...]. Por profunda y fatal que sea la perdida, por importante que sea lo que nos han arrancado de las manos, aunque nos hayamos convertido en alguien completamente distinto y solo conservemos, de lo que antes eramos, una fina capa de piel, a pesar de todo, podemos continuar viviendo, asi, en silencio. Podemos alargar la mano e ir tirando del hielo de los dias que nos han destinado, ir deja..
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Haruki Murakami |
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I thought about the screws and their happiness. Maybe they were glad to be free of the eggbeater, to be independent screws, to luxuriate on white trays. It did feel good to see them happy.
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world
hard-boiled
wonderland
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Haruki Murakami |
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finally he was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning.
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Haruki Murakami |
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The most frightening thing in the world is our own self.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Most people believe not so much in truth as in things they wish were the truth. Their eyes may be wide open, but they don't see a thing. Tricking them is as easy as twisting a baby's arm.
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Haruki Murakami |
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But even though I was with my father again, I never felt really secure deep down. I don't know how to put it exactly, but things were never really settled inside me. I always had this feeling like, I don't know, like somebody was putting something over on me, like my real father had disappeared forever and, to fill the gap, some other guy was sent to me in his shape.
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father-and-son
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Haruki Murakami |
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It's really difficult to talk about dead people, but it's even harder to talk about dead young women. It's because from the time they die, they'll be young forever. On the other hand, for us, the survivors, every year, every month, every day, we get older. Sometimes, I feel like I can feel myself aging from one hour to the next. It's a terrible thing, but that's reality.
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death
girls
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dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.
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Haruki Murakami |
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That backpack's like your symbol of freedom," he comments. "Guess so," I say. "Having an object that symbolizes freedom might make a person happier than actually getting the freedom it represents." "Sometimes," I say. "Sometimes," he repeats. "You know, if they had a contest for the world's shortest replies, you'd win hands down." "Perhaps." "Perhaps," Oshima says, as if fed up. "Perhaps most people in the world aren't trying to be free, Ka..
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Haruki Murakami |
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If you think about it, an unfair society is a society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit.
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Haruki Murakami |
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An old cat is a good friend to talk to.
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Haruki Murakami |
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But I didn't walk a single step. I stopped a lot to stretch, but I never walked. I didn't come here to walk. I came to run. That's the reason-the only reason-I flew all the way to the northern tip of Japan. No matter how slow I might run, I wasn't about to walk. That was the rule.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I plant my elbows on the kitchen table, prop up my chin and think: When the hell did the compass needle get out of whack and lead my life astray?
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Haruki Murakami |
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I gazed up at the sky. I was in a tiny boat, on a vast ocean. No wind, no waves, just me floating there. Adrift on the open sea.. ..A tiny boat cut loose from the fiction of the ship.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Everybody burns out in this world; amateur, pro, it doesn't matter, they all burn out, they all get hurt, the OK guys and the not-OK guys both. That's why everybody takes out a little insurance. I've got some too, here at the bottom of the heap. That way, you manage to survive if you burn out. If you're all by yourself and don't belong anywhere, you go down once, and you're out. Finished.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I miss you something awful sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster.
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Haruki Murakami |
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I don't know, it's stupid being 20," she said. "I'm just not ready. It feels weird. Like somebody's pushing me from behind."
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love-story
lovers
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kl mn y`shq ykwn fy bHth `n 'jzy'h lmfqwd@ mn nfsh. wlhdh yHzn l`shq `ndm yfkr fy m`shwqth.tmm k`wdtk l~ Grf@ `sht fyh dhkryt `zyz@ `lyk,w'm trh mndh ftr@ Twylh. nh mjrd sh`wr Tby`y.
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Haruki Murakami |
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The Earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details of the real, there are dreams. And everyone's living in them.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Whether by chance conjunction or not, the "wind-up bird" was a powerful presence in Cinnamon's story. The cry of this bird was audible only to certain special people, who were guided by it toward inescapable ruin. The will of human beings meant nothing, then, as the veterinarian always seemed to feel. People were no more than dolls set on tabletops, the springs in their backs wound up tight, dolls set to move in ways they could not choose, ..
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Haruki Murakami |
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But what disgusts me even more are people who have no imagination. The kind T. S. Eliot calls hollow men. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they're doing. Callous people who throw a lot of empty words at you, trying to force you to do what you don't want to. Gays, lesbians, straights, feminists, fascist pigs, communists, Hare Krishnas - none of them bother me. I don't care what ..
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Haruki Murakami |
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In every interview I'm asked what's the most important quality a novelist has to have. It's pretty obvious: talent. Now matter how much enthusiasm and effort you put into writing, if you totally lack literary talent you can forget about being a novelist. This is more of a prerequisite than a necessary quality. If you don't have any fuel, even the best car won't run.The problem with talent, though, is that in most cases the person involved c..
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Haruki Murakami |
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Wo Licht ist muss es auch Schatten geben, und wo Schatten ist, gibt es Licht. Es gibt keinen Schatten ohne Licht und kein Licht ohne Schatten. (C.G. Jung)
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Haruki Murakami |
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The surviving human beings there could do nothing but wait for the end to come. They chose different ways to live out their final days. That was the plot.** It was a dark movie offering no hope of salvation. (Though, watching it, Aomame reconfirmed her belief that everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.) ** On the Beach, the 1959 movie, director: Stanley Kramer, writer: John Paxton, starring: Gregory Pe..
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Haruki Murakami |
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The world would be a pretty dull place if it were made up only of the first-rate, right?
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Haruki Murakami |
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Mediocrity is like a spot on your shirt, it never comes off.
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Haruki Murakami |
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If your confusion leads you in the right direction, the results can be uncommonly rewarding.
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Haruki Murakami |
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If you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.
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Haruki Murakami |