Haruki Murakami

Okay, let’s put it this way. I would like to sleep with you. But it’s alright if I don’t sleep with you. What I’m saying is I’d like to be as fair as possible. I don’t want to force anything on anybody, any more than I’d want anything forced on me. It’s enough that I feel your presence or see your commas swirling around me.

Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.

When I'm running I don't have to talk to anybody and don't have to listen to anybody. This is a part of my day I can't do without.

All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.

I don’t know, I don’t feel right unless I’ve got the sea and mountains nearby. People are mostly a product of where they were born and raised. How you think and feel’s always linked to the lay of the land, the temperature. The prevailing winds, even.

This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.

Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.

It's like a kid standing at the window watching the rain.

If you try to use your head to think about things, people don't want to have anything to do with you

Some things, you know, if you say them, it makes them not true?

All right, then, I thought: here I am in the bottom of a well.

Maybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.

I'll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell.

In dreams begins responsiblities.

My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.

Sometimes I feel so- I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going’ Like a little lost Sputnik?’ I guess so.

Our responsibility begins with our imagination.

As long as there's such a thing as time, everybody's damaged in the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.

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.

Artists are those who can evade the verbose.

Life: I'll never understand it.