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20d84da
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Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.
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half-used
shaving-cream
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Haruki Murakami |
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e195baf
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That's how people live in the real world: forcing stuff on each other.
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Haruki Murakami |
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60d2972
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You are a beautiful person, Doctor. Clearheaded. Strong. But you seem always to be dragging your heart along the ground. From now on, little by little, you must prepare yourself to face death. If you devote all of your future energy to living, you will not be able to die well. You must begin to shift gears, a little at a time. Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value."--Nimit in "Thailand"
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dying-well
living-well
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Haruki Murakami |
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5a0bfc1
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As long as I stared at the clock, at least the world remained in motion. Not a very consequential world, but in motion nonetheless. And as long as I knew the world was still in motion, I knew I existed. Not a very consequential existence, but an existence nonetheless. It struck me as wanting that someone should confirm his own existence only by the hands of an electric wall clock. There had to be a more cognitive means of confirmation. But ..
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consequential
electric-wall-clock
motion
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Haruki Murakami |
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e0edb96
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You couldn't begin to imagine who I am, where I'm going, or what I'm about to do, All of you are trapped here. You can't go anywhere, forward or back. But I'm not like you. I have work to do. I have a mission to accomplish. And so, with your permission, I shall move ahead.
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Haruki Murakami |
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6cf03ed
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By then running had entered the realm of the metaphysical. First there came the action of running, and accompanying it there was this entity known as me. I run; therefore I am.
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Haruki Murakami |
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c8d9146
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It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.
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storytelling
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Haruki Murakami |
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8eb9679
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She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.
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love-story
lovers
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Haruki Murakami |
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23cbafe
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I'm just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.
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Haruki Murakami |
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b111b97
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From my own experience, when someone is trying very hard to get something, they don't. And when they're running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them. I'm generalizing, of course.
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Haruki Murakami |
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You're here," I continued. "At least you look as if you're here. But maybe you aren't. Maybe it's just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you've hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?"
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Haruki Murakami |
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2a1256e
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lbd mn Glq l'shy b`d ftHh, wl bd mn `d@ l'shy l~ 'mknh!
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Haruki Murakami |
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7f3cef8
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I just want to think deeply about things. Contemplate ideas in a pure, free sort of way. That's all. If you think about it, that's kind of like constructing a vacuum.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Whether you want to or not. But the place you return to is always slightly different from the place you left. That's the rule. It can never be exactly the same." A"
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Haruki Murakami |
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Of course, they're not clowning around to make me laugh. They're doing their best to live very lives, and they just happen to fall down sometimes. I think that's cool.
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life
inspirational
murakami
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Haruki Murakami |
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cb49aa5
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Any explanation or logic that explains everything so easily has a hidden trap in it. I'm speaking from experience. Somebody once said if it's something a single book can explain, it's not worth having explained. What I mean is don't leap to any conclusions.
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Haruki Murakami |
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Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in."
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Haruki Murakami |
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01b7459
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l`lm fD ws`, lkn lfD ldhy syHtwyk -wldhy lys blDrwr@ 'n ykwn kbyr jd- wjwd lh. tbHth `n Swt. fmdh tjd? lSmt. tbHth `n lSmt, fmdh tsm`? lys ndhyr lshw'm yh y`yd nfsh mrr. w'Hyn yDGT `l~ zr sry fy '`mq dmGk. qlbk nhr ws` b`d wbl mn lmTr tfyD lmyh `l~ Dftyh. tkhtfy `lmt lTryq, yTmsh 'w yjrfh lsyl ljrf wystmr lmTr blhTwl `l~ lnhr. fy kl mr@ tr~ fyh fyDn khdh fy nshr@ khbr tqwl lnfsk: h hw dh, nh qlby
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Haruki Murakami |
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dbec766
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It seems to me, though, that you always understand very well what I can't say very well. Trouble is I end up being even worse at saying things well.
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Haruki Murakami |
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cccd2a3
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The power to concentrate was the most important thing. Living without this power would be like opening one's eyes without seeing anything.
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vision
experience
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Haruki Murakami |
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4752572
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But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows--maybe even tomorrow.
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Haruki Murakami |
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The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.
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Haruki Murakami |
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The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.
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Haruki Murakami |
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5fbc16b
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Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story
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Haruki Murakami |
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fd5769a
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At the entrance to the original tower, there is a stone into which Jung carved some words with his own hand: 'Cold or not, God is present.
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Haruki Murakami |
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0ac05f9
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Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.
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suicide
world
papers
news
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Haruki Murakami |
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87a1613
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Kafka, in everybody's life there's a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can't go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That's how we survive.
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Haruki Murakami |
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A certain something, he felt, had managed to work its way in through a tiny opening and was trying to fill a blank space inside him. The void was not one that she had made. It had always been there inside him. She had merely managed to shine a special light on it.
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fate
love
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Haruki Murakami |
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545ae3f
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Things change every day, Mr Nakata. With each new dawn it's not the same world as the day before. And you're not the same person you were, either.
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Haruki Murakami |
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bc4ae00
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There are many things we only see clearly in retrospect.
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Haruki Murakami |
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eef67fc
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At my core, there is nothing. Neither is it parched wastelands. At my core, there is love. I'll go on loving that ten-year-old boy named Tengo forever --- his strength, his intelligence, his kindness. He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.
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Haruki Murakami |
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8b0905f
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I'm always tripped up by the eternal who am I?
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Haruki Murakami |
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People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring. Go figure. For me, I might have the leisure to be bored, but not to grow tired of something. Most people can't distinguish between the two.
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kafka-on-the-shore
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Haruki Murakami |
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7ae9b6d
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If you want everything to be nice and straight all the time, then go live in a world made with a triungular ruler.
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Haruki Murakami |
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91c464b
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Isn't life strange? There are people who have so many leftover clothes they can't stuff them all in their wardrobe. And then there are people like me, whose socks never match.
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Haruki Murakami |
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2cd236c
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The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground
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japan
terrorism
law
media
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Haruki Murakami |
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99190fa
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Folding her arms and closing her eyes, Hatsumi sank back into the corner of the seat. Her small gold earrings caught the light as the taxi swayed. Her midnight blue dress seemed to have been made to match the darkness of the cab. Every now and then her thinly daubed, beautifully formed lips would quiver slightly as if she had caught herself on the verge of talking to herself. Watching her, I could see why Nagasawa had chosen her as his spec..
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Haruki Murakami |
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And in that moment, he was finally able to accept it all. In the deepest recesses of his soul, Tsukuru Tazaki understood. One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root o..
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Haruki Murakami |
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e05847e
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Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.
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Haruki Murakami |
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c7df419
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What's nurtured slowly grows well.
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Haruki Murakami |
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de0bb54
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What the world needs is a set villain that people can point at and say, "It's all your fault!"
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Haruki Murakami |
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59a3178
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April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other's company in the sunshine--talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself
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Haruki Murakami |
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5e6a60a
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Only people who have been discriminated against can really know how much it hurts. Each person feels the pain in his own way, each has his own scars. So I think I'm as concerned about fairness and justice as anybody. But what disgusts me even more are people who have no imagination. The kind T. S. Elliot calls 'hollow men'. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they're doing. Callou..
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Haruki Murakami |
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23d4ad0
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Things like that happen all the time in this great big world of ours. It is like taking a boat out on a beautiful lake on a beautiful day and thinking both the sky and the lake are beautiful. Things will go where they are supposed to go if you just let them take their natural course. Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it is time for them to be hurt. Life is like that.
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pain
love
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Haruki Murakami |