When microorganisms die, they make oil; when huge timbers fall, they make coal. But everything here was pure, unadulterated rubbish that didn't make anything. Where does a busted videodeck get you?
Haruki MurakamiWhen I start to write, I don't have any plan at all. I just wait for the story to come.
Haruki MurakamiI never made any plan before writing, however I succeeded. I enjoyed writing with excitement ,"what happen on the next page?"
Haruki MurakamiI think of myself as more the non-turn-on type. so when I do get turned on, I donโt trust it, I have to investigate the source.
Haruki MurakamiMemory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory. This really came home to me once I started writing fiction, that memory seemd a kind of fiction, or vice versa. Either way, no matter how hard you try to put everything neatly into shape, the context wanders this way and that, until finally the context isn't even there anymore... Warm with life, hopeless unstable.
Haruki MurakamiAs if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became. But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abbys of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it. Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was to be held by someone, anyone.
Haruki Murakami