Me, I’ve seen forty-five years, and I’ve only figured out one thing. That’s this: if a person would just make the effort, there’s something to be learned from everything. From even the most ordinary, commonplace things, there’s always something you can learn. I read somewhere that they say there’s even different philosophies in razors. Fact is, if it weren’t for that, nobody’d survive.Haruki Murakami - Pinball, 1973
Something to read at night.
Haruki Murakami on May 16, 1997, at his office in Tokyo (Asahi Shimbun file photo)
I’ll write to you. A super-long letter, like in an old-fashioned novel.Haruki Murakami - After Dark
Norwegian Wood (2010)
Saturday morning with Haruki.
inspired by 1Q84 (submitted by boxcarbecca )
Haruki Murakami - Norwegian Wood
“You’re really cute,” I said.
“- Midori,” she said, “Say my name”.
“You’re really cute, Midori,” I corrected myself.
“What do you mean really cute?”
“So cute the mountains crumble and the oceans dry up.”
Midori lifted her face and looked at me. “You have this way special way with words.”
“I can feel my heart softening when you say that,” I said, smiling.
“Say something even nicer”.
“I really like you, Midori. A lot.”
“How much is a lot?”
“Like a spring bear”, I said.
“A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear”.
“You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you ‘Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover covered hill. Nice huh?”.
“Yeah. Really nice”.
“That’s how much I like you”.
Mission District, San Francisco
— Haruki Murakami, Illustration: Mizumaru Anzai
Miu was like an empty room after everyone’s left.Haruki Murakami - Sputnik Sweetheart