You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, 'Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?' So you and the bear spend the whole day in each other's arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?
Haruki MurakamiIโm free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I canโt really understand what it means. All I know is Iโm totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer whoโs lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I donโt know, and I give up thinking about it.
Haruki MurakamiKafka is one of my very favorite writers. Kafka's fictional world is already so complete that trying to follow in his steps is not just pointless, but quite risky, too. What I see myself doing, rather, is writing novels where, in my own way, I dismantle the fictional world of Kafka that itself dismantled the existing novelistic system.
Haruki Murakami