I like the moments of darkness before dawn," she said. "Probably because it’s a clean slate. Clean and unused.Haruki Murakami - Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
An unfair society is a society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit.Haruki Murakami - Norwegian Wood
I was born in 1948, on December twenty-fourth, Christmas Eve. Now Christmas Eve doesn’t make a very good birthday. I mean, you don’t get separate birthday and Christmas presents. Everyone figures they save money that way. My sign is Capricorn and my blood type is A—a perfect combination for bank tellers and civil servants. I’m not supposed to get along well with Sagitarians and Libras and Aquarians. A boring life, don’t you think?Haruki Murakami - A Wild Sheep Chase
"On my fifteenth birthday I’ll run away from home, journey to a far-off town, and live in a corner of a small library."
— Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore
Murakami Haruki, <Tony Takitani トニー滝谷> 를 재구성 2
Murakami Haruki, <Tony Takitani トニー滝谷> 를 재구성
New week, new book.
Entering Murakami’s world for some adventure.
"Austin has read all of Murakami. His favorite is The Wind Up Bird Chronicle." - by David Fredericks
Haruki Murakami - Norwegian Wood
Billie Holiday - Willow Weep for Me
Personal favorite of Haruki Murakami, from his book 村上ラヂオ (“Murakami Radio”).
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“Sometimes I have this dream” the young man in the wheelchair said. His voice had a strange echo to it, as if it were rising up from the bottom of a cavernous hole. “there’s a sharp knife stabbed into the soft part of my head, where the memories lie. It’s stuck deep down inside. It doesn’t hurt or weigh me down – it’s just stuck there. And I’m standing off to one side, looking at this like it’s happening to someone else. I want someone to pull the knife out, but no one knows it’s stuck inside my head. I think about yanking it out myself, but I can’t reach my hands inside my head. It’s the strangest thing. I can stab myself, but I can’t reach the knife to pull it out. And then everything starts to disappear. I start to fade away, too. Only the knife is always there – to the very end. Like the bone of some prehistoric animal on the beach. That’s the kind of dream I have,” he said.Haruki Murakami - Hunting Knife