As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the way it all changed. Living turned me into nothing.
Haruki MurakamiI want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.
Haruki MurakamiI was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else.I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.
Haruki MurakamiWasn't he the one who said you shouldn't trust anybody who calls himself an ordinar man? - Naoko
Haruki MurakamiBetween a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg.
Haruki MurakamiBut this thing, whatever it was, this mistlike something, hung there inside my body like a certain kind of potential. I wanted to give it a name, but the word refused to come to mind. I’m terrible at finding the right words for things. I’m sure Tolstoy would have been able to come up with exactly the right word
Haruki Murakami