You donโt get it, do you?" I said. โItโs not a question of โwhat thenโ. Some people get a kick out of reading railroad timetables and thatโs all they do all day. Some people make huge model boats out of matchsticks. So whatโs wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?
Haruki MurakamiHer voice was like a line from an old black-and-white Jean-Luc Godard movie, filtering in just beyond the frame of my consciousness.
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 wouldnโt have known.
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 Murakami