Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut out pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.
Haruki MurakamiA certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.
Haruki MurakamiNo matter how long you stand there examining yourself naked before a mirror, you'll never see reflected what's inside.
Haruki MurakamiMost young people were getting jobs in big companies, becoming company men. I wanted to be individual.
Haruki MurakamiMy biggest faults is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year. It's like I was raising chickens inside me. The chickens lay eggs and the eggs hatch into other chickens, which then lay eggs. Is this any way to live a life? What with all these faults I've got going, I have to wonder. Sure, I get by. But in the end, that's not the question, is it?
Haruki MurakamiWere the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn’t have known.
Haruki Murakami