Murakami Quotes

That’s my dream. It’s always the same. Always. Every little detail. And every time I have it, it’s just as scary as the last.(…)It’s so real, I feel as if I’ve already died hundreds of times.

I don't dream. Come to think of it, i haven't had any dreams in a long time.

Writing a novel is like having a dream.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere then evaporated, leaving only memory.

The role of a story was, in the broadest terms, to transpose a single problem into another form. ... It was like a piece of paper bearing the indecipherable text of a magic spell.

But still, " Ayumi said, "it seems to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.""You may be right, " Aomame said, "But it's too late to trade it in for another one.

Every one of a hundred thousand cities around the world had its own special sunset and it was worth going there, just once, if only to see the sun go down.

all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody's reach. A place beyond the flow of time.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself. It’s like your shadow. It follows you everywhere. -Komura

I am afraid to die, though, ' I whispered to myself. These turned out to be my last words. They were not very impressive words, but it was too late to change them.

People think of all kinds of things at three in the morning. We all do. That's why we each have to figure out our own way of fighting it off.

it's a fine moon', she repeated

I feel as if the world is listening for my next thought. But I can't think of anything. Sorry, but I just can't think of anything.

There was something odd for him about not feeling lonely. The very fact that he had ceased to be lonely caused him to fear the possibility of becoming lonely again.

Don't forget - you're the one who swam across the freezing sea at night.

I was much younger, much hungrier, much more alone. But I was myself, pared down to the essentials.

I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.

Sometimes I feel as if I'm racing with my own shadow

But what I did sense was an emptiness like a black hole inside of him, and there was no predicting what might emerge from a place like that.

I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tough.

Durum semolina, golden wheat wafting in Italian fields. Can you imagine how astonished the Italians would be if they knew that what they were exporting in 1971 was really loneliness

The way surviving hard winters makes a tree grows stronger, the growth rings inside it tighter

History cannot be erased or altered.Because that would mean killing yourself.

people's hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what's at the bottom. All you can do is guess from what comes floating to the surface every once in a while

I was the chain that bit into my ankle, and I was the ruthless guard that never slept.

Putting it into words will destroy any meaning.

You can hide memories, suppress them, but you can’t erase the history that produced them

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

If something came out of the deal, it couldn’t make things any worse for us than they already were, I thought. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Hell has no true bottom.

suffering is a misunderstood pain

I'm going to live to be twenty-five, ' she said, 'then die.

Her words didn’t have the acrid smell of death.

Who hasn't wanted to die at one time or another?

You don't know what cold is until you've experienced the cold you feel when the blood is draining out of your body.

There are three reasons I failed. Not enough training. Not enough training. And not enough training.

I'm safe inside this container called me.

What happens when people open their hearts?""They get better.

...somewhere, on some subterranean level, her darkness and his may have connected.

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

There was a time when my soul was wandering through the deepest darkness…

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

To be a Russian writer at the end of the nineteenth century must have meant bearing an inescapably bitter fate. The more they tried to escape from Russia, the more deeply Russia swallowed them.

And sometimes ignorance is even harder to deal with than deliberate evil.

If you can't understand it without an explanation, you can't understand it with an explanation.

It's not as if our lives are simply divided into light and dark. There's a shadowy middle ground. Recognizing and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does.

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

Wasn't much of a life anyway. Wasn't much of a brain.""But didn't you say you were satisfied with your life?""Word games, " I dismissed. "Every army needs a flag.

Sad hotels existed everywhere, to be sure, but the Dolphin was in a class of its own. The Dolphin Hotel was conceptually sorry. The Dolphin Hotel was tragic.

When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person that walked in. That's what the storm is all about.

Its Barnum & Bailey world just as phony as it can be, But it would't be make-believe if you believed in me