I 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.
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I 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 MURAKAMIBut I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
HARUKI MURAKAMINo matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.
HARUKI MURAKAMIRain has the power to hypnotize.
HARUKI MURAKAMII was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it – to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.
HARUKI MURAKAMIEverything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.
HARUKI MURAKAMII had no ambition to be a writer because the books I read were too good, my standards were too high.
HARUKI MURAKAMIYoung people these days don’t trust anything at all. They want to be free.
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 MURAKAMIWhenever I look at the ocean, I always want to talk to people, but when I’m talking to people, I always want to look at the ocean.
HARUKI MURAKAMIPain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
HARUKI MURAKAMILife is not like water. Things in life don’t necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.
HARUKI MURAKAMII dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.
HARUKI MURAKAMIIf you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
HARUKI MURAKAMII think history is collective memories. In writing, I’m using my own memory, and I’m using my collective memory.
HARUKI MURAKAMIThere’s no such thing as perfect writing, just like there’s no such thing as perfect despair.
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