Those five fingers and that palm were like a display case crammed full of everything I wanted to know--and everything I had to know. By taking my hand, she showed me what these things were. That within the real world, a place like this existed. In the space of those ten seconds I became I tiny bird, fluttering in the air, the wind rushing by. From high in the sky I could see a scene far away. It was so far off I couldn't make it out clearly, yet something was there, and I knew that someday I would travel to that place.
Haruki MurakamiOkay, letโs put it this way. I would like to sleep with you. But itโs alright if I donโt sleep with you. What Iโm saying is Iโd like to be as fair as possible. I donโt want to force anything on anybody, any more than Iโd want anything forced on me. Itโs enough that I feel your presence or see your commas swirling around me.
Haruki MurakamiWell, think of what Iโm doing to you right now. For me Iโm the self, and youโre the object. For you, of course, itโs the exact oppositeโyouโre the self to you and Iโm the object. And by exchanging self and object, we can project ourselves onto the other and gain self-consciousness. Volitionally.โ โI still donโt get it, but it sure feels good.โ โThatโs the whole idea,โ the girl said.
Haruki MurakamiI contented myself with whiskey, for medicinal purposes. It helped numb my various aches and pains. Not that the alcohol actually reduced the pain; it just gave the pain a life of its own, apart from mine.
Haruki MurakamiI'm not going to get involved in a debate with you. Just remember this: the gods give, and the gods take away. Even if you are not aware of having been granted what you posses, the gods remember what they gave you. They don't forget a thing. You should use the abilities you have been granted with the utmost care.
Haruki MurakamiI would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.
Haruki Murakami