Haruki Murakami, Kafka On The Shore Quotes

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

In dreams begins responsiblities.

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.

It's easy to forget things you don't need anymore.

Fate seems to be taking me in some even stranger directions.

If you think God’s there, He is. If you don’t, He isn’t. And if that’s what God’s like, I wouldn’t worry about it.

Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.

The Earth, time, concepts, love, life, faith justice, evil - they're all fluid and in transition. They don't stay in one form or in one place forever. The whole universe is like some big FedEx box.

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.

But metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me.

Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.

I don’t know what it means to live.

Love can rebuild the world, they say, so everything's possible when it comes to love.

People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring.

Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.

It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.

Artists are those who can evade the verbose.

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.

The people who build high, strong fences are the ones who survive the best. You deny that reality only at the risk of being driven into the wilderness yourself.

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

But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes.

At the same time that 'I' am the content of a relation, 'I' am also that which does the relating.

Making up for lost time?" "Yes, " I say. "A lot of things were stolen from my childhood. Lots of important things. And now I have to get them back." "In order to keep on li

Making up for lost time?""Yes, " I say. "A lot of things were stolen from my childhood. Lots of important things. And now I have to get them back." "In order to keep on living."I

But thing in the past are like plate that’s shattered to pieces. You can never put it back together like it was, right?

Like someone excitedly relating a story, only to find the words petering out, the path gets narrower the further I go, the undergrowth taking over.

Are there any capitalist cats?" Nakata asked

Slowly like a movie fade out, the real world evaporates. I'm alone, inside the world of the story. My favorite feeling in the world.

The whole universe is like some big FedEx box.

Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.

I'm alone, inside the world of the story. My favorite feeling in the world.

A healthy amount of fear and respect might be a good idea

Listen up - there's no war that will end all wars.

You know what I should do?" Hoshino asked excited. "Of course, " the cat said. "What'd I tell you? Cats know everything. Not like dogs.

It's all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine.

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?

I don't think I'd want Mickey Mouse pimping for me anyway.

a question is embarrassing for a moment, but not asking is embarrassing for a lifetime

Writing things was important, wasn't it? Nakata asked.'Yes, it was. The process of writing was important. Even though the finished product is completely meaningless.

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction.

I'm alone inside the world of the story, my favorite feeling in the world.

Surfing's a more profound kind of sport than it looks. When you surf, you learn not to fight the power of nature, even if it gets violent.

Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence ar

Mr. Nakata, this world is a terribly violent place. And nobody can escape the violence. Please keep that in mind. You can't be too cautious. The same holds true for cats and human beings.