Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. I caressed the half-inch scar. As I did so, the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me - a delicate resonance of longing. Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something. "Goodbye, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. See you again sometime.
Haruki MurakamiCrying is personal. On the other hand, laughing is more general . Laughing makes our hearts wider.
Haruki MurakamiIโm free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I canโt really understand what it means. All I know is Iโm totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer whoโs lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I donโt know, and I give up thinking about it.
Haruki MurakamiSometimes I find it too hot to run, and sometimes too cold. Or too cloudy. But I still go running. I know that if I didn't go running, I wouldn't go the next day either. It's not in human nature to take unnecessary burdens upon oneself, so one's body soon becomes disaccustomed. It mustn't do that. It's the same with writing. I write every day so that my mind doesn't become disaccustomed.
Haruki Murakami