Iโm me, and at the same time not me. Thatโs what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.
Haruki MurakamiI don't know how many good books I still have in me; I hope there are another four or five.
Haruki MurakamiI was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I'd been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took on a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves.
Haruki MurakamiI tell you, Mr. Okada, a cold beer at the end of the day is the best thing life has to offer. Some choosy people say that a too cold beer doesn't taste good, but I couldn't disagree more. The first beer should be so cold you can't even taste it. The second one should be a little less chilled, but I want that first one to be like ice. I want it to be so cold my temples throb with pain. This is my own personal preference of course.
Haruki MurakamiAs long as I stared at the clock, at least the world remained in motion. Not a very consequential world, but in motion nonetheless. And as long as I knew the world was still in motion, I knew I existed. Not a very consequential existence, but an existence nonetheless. It struck me as wanting that someone should confirm his own existence only by the hands of an electric wall clock. There had to be a more cognitive means of confirmation. But try as I might, nothing less facile came to mind.
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 Murakami