A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs of this world. Alone in this fun house, only I grow old, a pale softball of death swelling inside me. Yet even as I sleep somewhere between Saturn and Uranus, wind-up birds everywhere are busy at work fulfilling their appointed rounds.
Haruki MurakamiFrom the girl who sat before me now...surged a fresh and physical life force. She was like a small animal that has popped into the world with the coming of spring. Her eyes moved like an independent organism with joy, laughter, anger, amazement, and despair. I hadn't seen a face so vivid and expressive in ages, and I enjoyed watching it live and move.
Haruki MurakamiYou donโt get it, do you?" I said. โItโs not a question of โwhat thenโ. Some people get a kick out of reading railroad timetables and thatโs all they do all day. Some people make huge model boats out of matchsticks. So whatโs wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?
Haruki MurakamiThat's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution
Haruki Murakami