There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose--a gleaming, round saucer--over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travelers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul--or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness. THAT moon.
Haruki MurakamiIt was spring break, so the theater was always packed with high schools students. It was an animal house. I wanted to burn the place down.
Haruki MurakamiA certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.
Haruki MurakamiIf a person remains tense for a long time he might not notice it himself, but itโs like his nerves are a piece of rubber that has been stretched out. Itโs hard to go back to the original shape.
Haruki MurakamiAnd once the storm is over, you wonโt remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You wonโt even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you wonโt be the same person who walked in. Thatโs what this stormโs all about.
Haruki Murakami