With the advent of winter, her eyes seemed to take on a greater transparency, a transparency that lead nowhere. Occassionally, for no particular reason, Naoko would gaze into my eyes as if searching for something. Each time I was filled with odd sensations of lonliness and inadequecy.
Haruki MurakamiIf you think Godโs there, He is. If you donโt, He isnโt. And if thatโs what Godโs like, I wouldnโt worry about it.
Haruki MurakamiThese days I just can't seem to say what I mean [...]. I just can't. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can't even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It's like my body's split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We're running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her.
Haruki MurakamiMy only passions were books and music. As you might guess, I led a lonely lifeโฆ Not that I knew what I wanted in life - I didnโt. I loved reading novels to distraction, but didnโt write well enough to be a novelist; being an editor or a critic was out, too, since my tastes ran to the extremes. Novels should be for pure personal enjoyment, I decided, not part of your work or study. Thatโs why I didnโt study literature
Haruki Murakami