Quotes from Haruki Murakami

In truly deep darkness, all kinds of strange things were possible.

M.: Do you think Mahler thought he was doing something avant-garde? O.: I don't think so. M.: Schoenberg and Alban Berg were certainly conscious of being avant-garde, though. O.: Oh, very much so. They had their "method". Mahler had no such thing. M.: So he flirted with chaos, not as a methodology, but naturally and instinctively. Is that what you are saying? O.: Yes. Isn't that exactly where his genius lies?

I may have nothing inside me, but what would something be?

There are all kinds of things we have to deal with in life,' Eri finally said. 'And one thing always seems to connect with another. You try to solve one problem, only to find that another one you hadn't anticipated arises instead. It's not that easy to get free of them. That's true for you – and for me, too.

Good and evil are not fixed, stable entities but are continually trading places. A good may be transformed into an evil in the next second. And vice versa. Such was the way of the world that Dostoevsky depicted in The Brothers Karamazov. The most important thing is to maintain the balance between the constantly moving good and evil. If you lean too much in either direction, it becomes difficult to maintain actual morals. Indeed, balance itself is the good.

I never want to be bound to anything. I always want to be able to come and go as I please.

While they're still alive, people can become ghosts.

This lady has deep feelings for Tengo, Ushikawa thought admiringly. Almost a kind of unconditional love. What would it feel like to be loved that deeply by someone else?

The weather service reported that there weren't any atmospheric conditions present that might have led to fish raining from the sky.

I'm free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can't really understand what it means. All I know is I'm totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who's lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free?

We're on the border of this world, speaking a common language. That's all.

Time flies when you're a dolt.

There is absolutely nothing to be gained from sleeping with one strange woman after another. It just tires you out and makes you disgusted with yourself.

Strange as it may seem—or perhaps it does not seem so strange—they all had the same thought: it was so much easier to kill humans on the battlefield than animals in cages, even if, on the battlefield, one might end up being killed oneself.

Xét cho cùng Trái ??t không hoàn thành quãng ???ng n?ng n? v?t v? vòng quanh m?t tr?i c?a nó ch? ?? cho con ng??i có th? có ???c kho?ng th?i gian t?t ??p và chút vui thú.

Lumea in care traim noi nu e decat un urias apartament de prezentare.Intri, te asezi, bei un ceai , admiri privelistea de la geam, multumesti si pleci.

Needless to say, it takes quite a bit of time, plus effort, to go through each stage, step by step, and arrive at a conclusion. Sometimes it takes too long, and by the time I'm convinced, it's already too late. But what're you going to do? That's the kind of person I am.

Still, her plumpness was charming. Resting an ear on her hip was like lying in a meadow on an idyllic spring afternoon, her thighs as soft as freshly aired futon, the rolling flow of her curves leading gracefully to her pubis. When I complimented her on her qualities, though, all she said was, Oh yeah?

Putting it into words will destroy any meaning.

But I'm not dead. I just disappeared. I do that. I move into another world, a different world. Like boarding a train running parallel. That's what disappearing is. Don't you see?

Relax, let your guard down. You're all tensed up so you always expect the worst. Relax your body, and the rest of you will lighten up.

We should consider ourselves lucky that the red light is so clearly visible.

The point is, it didn't even look like my face. It was the face of any twenty-four-year-old guy who might have been sitting across the way on the commuter train. My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street – what do weh ave to say to each other? Hey there! Hi ya!That's about it. Nobody raises a hand. No one turns around to take another look.

Telling people her name was always a bother. As soon as the name left her lips, the other person looked puzzled or confused.