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 MURAKAMII don’t think of myself as an artist. I’m just a guy who can write.
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 MURAKAMISpend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy.
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 MURAKAMIDon’t feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.
HARUKI MURAKAMIAmong the many values in life, I appreciate freedom most.
HARUKI MURAKAMIListen up – there’s no war that will end all wars.
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 MURAKAMIIf you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.
HARUKI MURAKAMIPain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
HARUKI MURAKAMII had no ambition to be a writer because the books I read were too good, my standards were too high.
HARUKI MURAKAMILost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back.
HARUKI MURAKAMISilence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.
HARUKI MURAKAMII think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you.
HARUKI MURAKAMIThere’s no such thing as perfect writing, just like there’s no such thing as perfect despair.
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