my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and waiting for it to pass. And it would pass -- but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.
Haruki MurakamiThe good thing about writing books is that you can dream while you are awake. If itโs a real dream, you cannot control it. When writing the book, you are awake; you can choose the time, the length, everything. I write for four or five hours in the morning and when the time comes, I stop. I can continue the next day. If itโs a real dream, you canโt do that.
Haruki MurakamiNo matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.
Haruki MurakamiYou are entering a phase of your life in which many different things will occur...bad things that seem good at first and good things that seem bad at first.
Haruki MurakamiMy peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples, some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death.
Haruki Murakami