it occurred to me what a simple thing reality is, how easy it is to make it work. It's just reality. Just housework. Just a home. Like running a simple machine. Once you learn to run it, it's just a matter of repetition. You push this button and pull that lever. You adjust a gauge, put on the lid, set the timer. The same thing, over and over.
Haruki MurakamiIt's a dark, cool, quiet place. A basement in your soul. And that place can sometimes be dangerous to the human mind. I can open the door and enter that darkness, but I have to be very careful. I can find my story there. Then I bring that thing to the surface, into the real world.
Haruki MurakamiBut didn't you say you were satisfied with your life?" "Word games," I dismissed. "Every army needs a flag.
Haruki MurakamiI learned that realism can come in all shapes and sizes. The world is big enough for different values to coexist.
Haruki MurakamiIt's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.
Haruki MurakamiOshima's silent for a time as he gazes at the forest, eyes narrowed. Birds are flitting from one branch to the next. His hands are clasped behind his head. "I know how you feel," he finally says. "But this is something you have to work out on your own. Nobody can help you. That's what love's all about, Kafka. You're the one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark. Your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.
Haruki Murakami