What would tomorrow bring? I wondered. Both hands on the wheel, I closed my eyes. I didn’t feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing. What would become of me tomorrow I did not know.
Haruki MurakamiThe body is not the only target of rape. Violence does not always take a visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.
Haruki MurakamiIt doesn’t matter how old I get, but as long as I continue to live I’ll always discover something new about myself.
Haruki MurakamiA short story I have written long ago would barge into my house in the middle of the night, shake me awake and shout, 'Hey,this is no time for sleeping! You can't forget me, there's still more to write!' Impelled by that voice, I would find myself writing a novel. In this sense, too, my short stories and novels connect inside me in a very natural, organic way.
Haruki Murakami