Haruki Murakami Quotes

Of course, reading novels was just another form of escape. As soon as he closed their pages he had to come back to the real world. But at some point Tengo noticed that returning to reality from the wo...

Nobody would take the time and effort to hang a fake moon in a real sky.

She and I would trade books, talk endlessly, drink cheap whiskey, engage in unremarkable sex. You know, the stuff of everyday.

I 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.

I guess I don't really understand you yet,' I said. 'I'm not all that smart. It takes me a while to understand things. But if I do have time, I will come to understand you -- better than anyone else i...

No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

But knowing what I don’t want to do doesn’t help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don’t have an image of the one thing I really want to do....

There are three ways you can get along with a girl: one, shut up and listen to what she has to say; two, tell her you like what she's wearing; and three, treat her to really good food...If you do all...

The worst thoughts usually strike in the dead of the night.

I may not be the most likable person in the world, but I try not to upset people.

Far away a crow caws. The earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details there are dreams. And everyone´s living in them.

Painful is the stress when one cannot reproduce or convey vividly to others, however hard he tries, what he's experienced so intensely.

For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly.From something like that or it doesn't begin at all.

For example, the wind has its reasons. We just don't notice as we go about our lives. But then, at some point, we are made to notice. The wind envelops you with a certain purpose in mind, and it rocks...

Friends don't need the intervention of a third party. Friendship's a voluntary thing.

Life is long, and sometimes cruel. Sometimes victims are needed. Someone has to take on that role. And human bodies are fragile, easily damaged. Cut them, and they bleed.

The little things are important, Mr. Wind-Up Bird,

Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.

[...] Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.