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d4b3a51
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I don't want our relationship to end like this. You're one of the very few friends I have, and it hurts not being able to see you. When am I going to be able to talk to you? I want you to tell me that much, at least.
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Haruki Murakami |
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350ae16
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You can see a person's whole life in the cancer they get.
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Haruki Murakami |
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0ecd12d
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No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.
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Haruki Murakami |
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6bcbbcd
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It's easy to talk big, but the important thing is whether or not you clean up the shit.
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life
truth
shit
talking
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Haruki Murakami |
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4c3d04c
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Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut out pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.
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time
the-cloth-of-time
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Haruki Murakami |
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ffa8110
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In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion,'" she repeats, making sure of it. If she had paper and pencil, it wouldn't surprise me if she wrote it down. "So what does that really mean? In simple terms." I think it over. It takes me a while to gather my thoughts, but she waits patiently. "I think it means," I say, "that chance encounters are what keep us going. In simple terms." --
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motivational
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Haruki Murakami |
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40ce77e
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Whenever an occasion arose in which she needed an opinion on something in the wider world, she borrowed her husband's. If this had been all there was to her, she wouldn't have bothered anyone, but as is so often the case with such women, she suffered from an incurable case of of pretentiousness. Lacking any internalized values of her own, such people can arrive at a standpoint only by adopting other people's standards or views. The only pri..
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pretentiousness
narcissism
vanity
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Haruki Murakami |
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a111a46
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People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams. People with really dark souls do nothing but dream.
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Haruki Murakami |
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88b90ab
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Oshima's silent for a time as he gazes at the forest, eyes narrowed. Birds are flitting from one branch to the next. His hands are clasped behind his head. "I know how you feel," he finally says. "But this is something you have to work out on your own. Nobody can help you. That's what love's all about, Kafka. You're the one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark. Your mind and body have t..
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Haruki Murakami |
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d5816e6
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I have a lot more patience for others than I have for myself, and I'm much better at bringing out the best in others than in myself. That's just the kind of person I am. I'm the scratchy stuff on the side of the matchbox. But that's fine with me. I don't mind at all. Better to be a first-class matchbox than a second-class match.
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Haruki Murakami |
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2717a33
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I'm your phantom dance partner. I'm your shadow. I'm not anything more.
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love
parallel
darkness-and-light
nostalgia
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Haruki Murakami |
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7968f0d
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Why do you like jellyfish so much?" I asked. "I don't know. I guess I think they're cute," she said. "But one thing did occur to me when I was really focused on them. What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get into the habit of thinking, This is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is in a much darker and deeper place than this, and most of it is occupied by jellyfish and things. We just happen to for..
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the-world
sight
unknown
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Haruki Murakami |
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f22d091
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Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us. If we were no longer here, words would lose their whole function. They would end up as words that are never spoken, and words that aren't spoken are no longer words.
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Haruki Murakami |
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d5e117a
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You've already decided what you're going to do, and all that's left is to set the wheels in motion. I mean, it's your life. Basically, you gotta go with what you think is right.
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Haruki Murakami |
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522d6fc
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Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go someplace where you don't know a soul? Sometimes I feel like doing that. I really really want to do it sometimes.
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Haruki Murakami |
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133e9c9
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You're afraid of imagination and even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the resposibility that begins in dreams. But you have to sleep and dreams are a part of sleep. When you're awake you can suppress imagination but you can't supress dreams.
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Haruki Murakami |
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f8a1965
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Don't let appearances fool you. There's always only one reality!
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Haruki Murakami |
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2a61dd0
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Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it'd lose even its imperfection.
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Haruki Murakami |
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7817cb3
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I 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.
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Haruki Murakami |
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b63abc8
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Either I'm funny or the world's funny. I don't know which. The bottle and lid don't fit. It could be the bottle's fault or the lid's fault. In either case, there's no denying that the fit is bad.
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Haruki Murakami |
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720615e
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He once told me about polar bears - what solitary animals they are. They mate just once a year. One time in a whole year. There is no such thing as a lasting male-female bond in their world. One male polar bear and one female polar bear meet by sheer chance somewhere in the frozen vastness, and they mate. It doesn't take long. And once they are finished, the male runs away from the female as if he is frightened to death: he runs from the pl..
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Haruki Murakami |
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af48855
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Once again, life had a lesson to teach me: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.
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life
haruki
murakami
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Haruki Murakami |
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5c3f958
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The whole terrible fight occured in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there, that we experience our victories and defeats.
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Haruki Murakami |
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76908f4
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No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.
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Haruki Murakami |
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6e682b5
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Everybody feels safe belonging not to the excluded minority but to the excluding majority. You think, Oh, I'm glad that's not me. It's basically the same in all periods in all societies. If you belong to the majority, you can avoid thinking about lots of troubling things.
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Haruki Murakami |
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c3c074a
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Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.
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Haruki Murakami |
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91b5096
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It's like the Tibetan Wheel of the Passions. As the wheel turns, the values and feelings on the outer rim rise and fall, shining or sinking into darkness. But true love stays fastened to the axle and doesn't move.
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Haruki Murakami |
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ff0f176
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From the girl who sat before me now...surged a fresh and physical life force. She was like a small animal that has popped into the world with the coming of spring. Her eyes moved like an independent organism with joy, laughter, anger, amazement, and despair. I hadn't seen a face so vivid and expressive in ages, and I enjoyed watching it live and move.
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japanese
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Haruki Murakami |
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c0014da
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Huge organizations and me don't get along. They're too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.
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Haruki Murakami |
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3249e06
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Artists are those who can evade the verbose.
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artists
creativity
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Haruki Murakami |
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81b270f
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The law presides over things of this world, finally. The world where shadow is shadow and light is light, yin is yin and yang is yang, I'm me and he's him. 'I am me and / He is him/ Autumn eve.' But you don't belong to that world, sonny. The world you belong to is above that or below that." Which is better?" I asked, out of simple curiosity. "Above or below?" It's not that either one is better," he said. After a brief coughing fit, he spat ..
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Haruki Murakami |
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c006cd8
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April ended and May came along, but May was even worse than April. In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to..
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norwegian-wood
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Haruki Murakami |
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245c9f3
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Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart. [On Seeing The 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning ]
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Haruki Murakami |
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209a076
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I just run. I run in void. Or maybe I should put it the other way: I run in order to acquire a void.
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Haruki Murakami |
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c10d7bd
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Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?" "It is if you first become a part of nature. You suppress your presence as a human being, stay very still, and convince yourself that you are a tree or grass or a flower. It takes time, but once the butterfly lets its guard down, you can become friends quite naturally." ... " ... I come here every day, say hello to the butterflies, and talk about things with them. When the time comes, thou..
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Haruki Murakami |
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d4a7b6a
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I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn't last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.
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Haruki Murakami |
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e853a34
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Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution because it follows 67?
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Haruki Murakami |
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ae4fa71
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Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?
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Haruki Murakami |
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8a786ae
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A friend to kill time is a friend sublime.
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killing-time
sublime
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Haruki Murakami |
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3ef9677
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Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actuall..
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Haruki Murakami |
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ce477ca
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So I'm not crazy after all! I thought it looked good myself once I cut it all off. Not one guy likes it, though. They all tell me I look like a first grader or a concentration camp survivor. What's this thing that guys have for girls with long hair? Fascists, the whole bunch of them! Why do guys all think girls with long hair are the classiest, the sweetest, the most feminine? I mean, I myself know at least two hundred and fifty unclassy gi..
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norwegian-wood
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Haruki Murakami |
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58fb413
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When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you're in big trouble.
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Haruki Murakami |
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84e3d8f
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Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actuall..
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Haruki Murakami |
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6f04588
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I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.
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memory
nostalgia
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Haruki Murakami |