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"To me, love is a pure idea forged in flesh, awkwardly maybe, but it had to connect to somewhere, despite twists and turns of underground cable. An all-too-imperfect thing. Sometimes the lines get crossed. Or you get a wrong number. But that’s nobody’s fault. It’ll always be like that, so long as we exist in this physical form. Over and over again."
- Dance, Dance, Dance by Haruki Murakami -
"I had a dream about Kiki. I guess it was a dream. Either that or some act akin to dreaming. What, you may ask, is ‘an act akin to dreaming’? I don’t know either. But it seems it does exist. Like so many other things we have no name for, existing in that limbo beyond the fringes of consciousness.
But let’s just call it a dream, plain and simple. The expression is closest to something real for us."- Dance, Dance, Dance by Haruki Murakami -
"I was terrified out of my skin. Thoroughly unhinged, despite my own calm talk. The fear was palpable, fundamental; it was universal, historical, genetic. For darkness terrifies. It swallows you, warps you, nullifies you. Who alive can possibly profess confidence in darkness? In the dark, you can’t see. Things can twist, turn, vanish. The essence of darkness―nothingness―covers all."
- Dance, Dance, Dance by Haruki Murakami -
"Possibilities are like cancer. The more I think about them, the more they multiply and there’s no way to stop them. I’m out of control."
- Dance, Dance, Dance by Haruki Murakami -
"But from the first time I met Amé, I was drawn right to her. I couldn’t resist her. And I knew it was happening. I knew it wasn’t going to come my way again, not in this life. That’s when I decided-if I go with her, there’ll come a time that I’ll regret it. But if I don’t go with her, I’ll be losing the key to my existence. Have you ever felt that way about something?"
- Dance, Dance, Dance by Haruki Murakami -
"They say a name expresses the thing it stands for, but I wonder if it isn’t the other way around-the thing gets more and more like its name."
- The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle -
"Hatred is like a long, dark shadow. Not even the person it falls upon knows where it comes from, in most cases. it is like a two-edged sword. When you cut the other person, you cut yourself. The more violently you hack at the other person, the more violently you hack at yourself. it can often be fatal. But it is not easy to dispose of. Please be careful, Mr. Okada. It is very dangerous. Once it has taken root in your heart, hatred is the most difficult thing in the world to shake off."
- The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle -
"I don’t know, it’s kind of impossible for anybody to do that stuff, like, ‘OK, now I’m gonna make a whole new world’ or ‘OK, now I’m gonna make a whole new self.’ That’s what I think. You might think you made a new world or a new self, but your old self is always gonna be there, just below the surface, and if something happens, it’ll stick its head out and say ‘Hi.’ You don’t seem to realize that. You were made somewhere else. And even this idea you have of remaking yourself: even that was made somewhere else. Even I know that much, Mr. Wind-Up Bird."
- The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
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