No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
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No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
HARUKI MURAKAMIAs time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.
HARUKI MURAKAMIWhen I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real.
HARUKI MURAKAMII sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
HARUKI MURAKAMIYoung people these days don’t trust anything at all. They want to be free.
HARUKI MURAKAMIUnfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
HARUKI MURAKAMII think history is collective memories. In writing, I’m using my own memory, and I’m using my collective memory.
HARUKI MURAKAMITaking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.
HARUKI MURAKAMII don’t want to express my opinion about actual politics, because if I do, I have to be responsible for my decision.
HARUKI MURAKAMII think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you.
HARUKI MURAKAMII don’t know how many good books I still have in me; I hope there are another four or five.
HARUKI MURAKAMII want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?
HARUKI MURAKAMIIf you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
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 MURAKAMIMemories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
HARUKI MURAKAMISometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.
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