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  • Time came slowly and passed slowly, so leisurely that at times he could swear it had stealthily doubled back on itself.
    (Haruki Murakami, "Kafka on the Shore")

  • Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.
    (Haruki Murakami, "Norwegian Wood")

  • I wondered if she was trying to convey something to me, something she could not put into words - something prior to words that she could not grasp within herself and which therefore had no hope of ever turning into words.
    (Haruki Murakami, "Norwegian Wood")

  • Only the Dead stay seventeen forever.
    (Haruki Murakami, "Norwegian Wood")

  • Where I went in my travels, it's impossible for me to recall. I remember the sights and sounds and smells clearly enough, but the names of the towns are gone, as well as any sense of the order in which I traveled from place to place.
    (Haruki Murakami, "Norwegian Wood")


  • His heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small restless body.
    (Haruki Murakami, "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle")

  • Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it may go on. The heart and flesh of an empty shell give birth to nothing more than the life of an empty shell.
    (Haruki Murakami, "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle")

  • The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.
    (Haruki Murakami, "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle")

  • Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.
    (Haruki Murakami, "Kafka on the Shore")

  • Each day the sun would rise and set, the flag would be raised and lowered. Each Sunday I would have a date with my dead friend's girl. I had no idea what I was doing or what I was going to do.
    (Haruki Murakami, "Norwegian Wood")

  • If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well.
    (Haruki Murakami, "Norwegian Wood")

  • So I'm not crazy after all! I thought it looked good myself once I cut it all off. Not one guy likes it, though. They all tell me I look like a first grader or a concentration camp survivor. What's this thing that guys have for girls with long hair? Fascists, the whole bunch of them! Why do guys all think girls with long hair are the classiest, the sweetest, the most feminine? I mean, I myself know at least two hundred and fifty unclassy girls with long hair. Really.
    (Haruki Murakami, "Norwegian Wood")

  • With Naoko gone, I went to sleep on the sofa. I hadn't intended to do so, but I fell into the kind of deep sleep I had not in a long time, filled with a sense of Naoko's presence. In the kitchen were the dishes Naoko ate from, in the bathroom was the toothbrush Naoko used, and in the bedroom was the bed in which Naoko slept. Sleeping soundly in this apartment of hers, I wrung the fatigue from every cell of my body, drop by drop. I dreamed of a butterfly dancing in the half-light.
    (Haruki Murakami, "Norwegian Wood")

  • Holding this soft, small living creature in my lap this way, though, and seeing how it slept with complete trust in me, I felt a warm rush in my chest. I put my hand on the cat's chest and felt his heart beating. The pulse was faint and fast, but his heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small body with all the restless earnestness of my own.
    (Haruki Murakami, "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle")

  • Maybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.
    (Haruki Murakami, "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle")


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