Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.
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Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.
HARUKI MURAKAMIThere’s no such thing as perfect writing, just like there’s no such thing as perfect despair.
HARUKI MURAKAMIAnyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.
HARUKI MURAKAMIYoung people these days don’t trust anything at all. They want to be free.
HARUKI MURAKAMIA fortunate author can write maybe twelve novels in his lifetime.
HARUKI MURAKAMII have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
HARUKI MURAKAMISilence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.
HARUKI MURAKAMIRemove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it’d lose even its imperfection.
HARUKI MURAKAMIWhatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.
HARUKI MURAKAMILost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back.
HARUKI MURAKAMISometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.
HARUKI MURAKAMIAmong the many values in life, I appreciate freedom most.
HARUKI MURAKAMII had no ambition to be a writer because the books I read were too good, my standards were too high.
HARUKI MURAKAMIIf you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
HARUKI MURAKAMILost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back.
HARUKI MURAKAMII don’t want to express my opinion about actual politics, because if I do, I have to be responsible for my decision.
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