Quotes from Ry? Murakami

Só é possível confiar em alguém quando se acredita no diálogo com essa pessoa. (Miso soup, trad. Jefferson José Teixeira, ed. Cia. das Letras, 2005, p. 153)

You have to watch your step with women these days, Pops. She could be involved with Yakuza or something. Even some of the girls in my class -- you should hear the stuff they talk about. Fifteen years old, and there's nothing they don't know. We're not in the age of Peace and Love anymore.

Yeah. He wants to be a…what do you call those guys?" "A sommelier?" "Right. Said he wanted to see your collection." "At fifteen he's already decided what he wants to be?" "Lots of guys have." "Is that wise? To limit your options at such a young age?

American loneliness is a completely different creature from anything we experience in this country, and it made me glad I was born japanese.

Sinteen-years -old girls are probably the most sensitive and perceptive group of people in this entire country.

The fragment of glass with the blood on its edge, as it soaked up the dawn air, was almost transparent. It was a boundless blue, almost transparent. I stood up, and as I walked toward my own apartment, I thought, I want to become like this glass. And then I want to reflect this smooth white curving myself. I want to show other people these splendid curves reflected in me.

Ona vrsta usamljenosti u kojoj moraš da se boriš kako bi prihvatio situacju iz korena je druga?ija od one vrste u kojoj znaš da ?eš isplivati samo ako izdržiš.

The ghosts of sad, cheap souls live on in sad, cheap furniture.

In Japan, even when you're alone, you're never really that lonely. But the loneliness you feel living among people with differently coloured skin and eyes, whose language you don't even speak very well - that sort of loneliness is something you feel down to the marrow of your bones.

They don't realize that they've changed; they think it's the world that changed.

orang-orang yang tidak tahu apa yang paling mereka inginkan, pasti tidak akan mendapatkan apa pun

Hey, take a good look, isn't the world still under your feet? I'm on this ground, and on this same ground are trees and grass and ants carrying sand to their nests, little girls chasing rolling balls, and puppies running. This ground runs under countless houses and mountains and rivers and seas, under everywhere. And I'm on it. Don't be scared, I'd told myself, the world is still under me.

The feeling that the world was at my feet and the feeling that I alone was cut off from the world, the sense of power and the anxiety, had both stayed with me ever since that evening at the pond.

You might be a chicken or a human being, but show a little rebelliousness and the next thing you knew you were all on your own.

That was with me for years—feeling I wasn't myself. And I do think I wasn't my real self then. Of course, I'm not sure there is such a thing as a real self. You could ransack your innards looking for the real you and never find it—slice yourself open and all you'll find is blood and muscle and bone. . . .

Crede în intuiÈ›ie È™i Universul te va c?l?uzi.

What a weird place this was, I thought. It felt completely isolated and, partly because of the cold, like being on another planet. I wondered if there were planets where it's okay to murder people. I decided there must be, reminding myself that in war, after all, killers are heroes.

She stepped towards the door beneath the sign, then stopped and looked back at him. 'You'll be right here, right?' 'I promise.' 'And you'll stay with me tonight, won't you?' 'Of course. I won't leave you.' I've got to snuff her as soon as possible and get this over with, Kawashima thought as he watched her enter the building.

The instant you put something like that into words, it was gone. Words and combinations of words - the more you relied on them, the less power you actually had.

I remembered a friend who'd died of a bad liver, and what he'd always said. Yeah, he'd said, maybe it's just my idea, but really it always hurts, the times it don't hurt is when we just forget, we just forget it hurts, you know, it's not just because my belly's all rotten, everybody always hurts. So when it really starts stabbing me, somehow I feel sort of peaceful, like I'm myself again. It's hard to take, sure, but I feel sort of peaceful. Because it's always hurt ever since I was born.

She wanted to find out about the gods of this country, but she couldn't find any books on the subject in Spanish, and she doesn't read English, so she asked a lot of her customers, but apparently none of the Japanese knew anything, which made her wonder if people here never came up against the kind of suffering where you can't do anything but turn to your god for help. . .

To be able to choose your own pain - it's a little scary, she thought, but it's wonderful, too.

His face was smiling, his eyes glittered in the late autumn moonlight, and he emitted a flickering aura that might have triggered seizures in an impartial but sensitive child, and yet he was strangely depressed.

People were infected with the concept that happiness was something outside themselves