HARUKI MURAKAMI QUOTES

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Kafka on the Shore

I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

Even castles in the sky can do with a fresh coat of paint.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, South of the Border, West of the Sun

The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Kafka on the Shore

When I start to write, I don’t have any plan at all. I just wait for the story to come. I don’t choose what kind of story it is or what’s going to happen. I just wait.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Paris Review, summer 2004

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Dance Dance Dance

Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they’re also what tear you apart.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Kafka on the Shore

I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Sputnik Sweetheart

Whether you take the doughnut hole as a blank space or as an entity unto itself is a purely metaphysical question and does not affect the taste of the doughnut one bit.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, A Wild Sheep Chase

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Norwegian Wood

I think that my job is to observe people and the world, and not to judge them. I always hope to position myself away from so-called conclusions. I would like to leave everything wide open to all the possibilities in the world.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Paris Review, summer 2004

If you think God’s there, He is. If you don’t, He isn’t. And if that’s what God’s like, I wouldn’t worry about it.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Kafka on the Shore

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don’t know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Sputnik Sweetheart

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Sputnik Sweeheart

Life is not like water. Things in life don’t necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, 1Q84

There’s no such thing as perfect writing just like there’s no such thing as perfect despair.

HURAKI MURAKAMI, Hear the Wind Sing

I myself, as I’m writing, don’t know who did it. The readers and I are on the same ground. When I start to write a story, I don’t know the conclusion at all and I don’t know what’s going to happen next. If there is a murder case as the first thing, I don’t know who the killer is. I write the book because I would like to find out. If I know who the killer is, there’s no purpose to writing the story.

HURAKI MURAKAMI, Paris Review, summer 2004

Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Kafka on the Shore

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Sputnik Sweetheart

Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can’t even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It’s like my body’s split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We’re running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

Only the Dead stay seventeen forever.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Norwegian Wood

Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it’s time to drink.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

It’s hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Kafka on the Shore

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Kafka on the Shore

Money had no name of course. And if it did have a name, it would no longer be money. What gave money its true meaning was its dark-night namelessness, its breathtaking interchangeability.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

There are ways of dying that don’t end in funerals. Types of death you can’t smell.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Kafka on the Shore

The light of morning decomposes everything.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, A Wild Sheep Chase

Mediocrity’s like a spot on a shirt—it never comes off.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Dance Dance Dance

To know one’s own state is not a simple matter. One cannot look directly at one’s own face with one’s own eyes, for example. One has no choice but to look at one’s reflection in the mirror. Through experience, we come to believe that the image is correct, but that is all.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Kafka on the Shore

Waste is the highest virtue one can achieve in advanced capitalist society.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Dance, Dance, Dance

Spring as concept raged in upon us, a somber tide of longing. Its advent roused the passions of those nameless multitudes fallen between the cracks of the city, sweeping them noiselessly toward the quicksands of futility.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Dance, Dance, Dance

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Kafka on the Shore

The most important thing we learn at school is the fact that the most important things can’t be learned at school.

HURAKI MURAKAMI, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Kafka on the Shore

No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves.

HARUKI MURAKAMI, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

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