My biggest faults is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year. It's like I was raising chickens inside me. The chickens lay eggs and the….

Well, finally, the events I've been through have been tremendously complicated. All kinds of characters have come on the scene, and strange things ha….

Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house,….

I didn't start running because somebody asked me to become a runner. Just like I didn't become a novelist because someone asked me to. One day, out o….

But still," Ayumi said, "it seems to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness." "You may be right," Aomame said, "But it'….

"Dance," said the Sheep Man. "Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wege….

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

Something in her small eyes caught the sunlight and glistened, like a glacier on the faraway face of a mountain..

It seemed to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness..

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 ….

Stories lie deep in our souls. Stories lie so deep at the bottom of our hearts that they can bring people together on the deepest level. When I write….

In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion,'" she repeats, making sure of it. If she had paper and pencil, it wouldn't surprise me if she wrote i….

Sex is an extremely subtle undertaking, unlike going to the department store on a Sunday to buy a thermos..

I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong..

I wasn't in love with her. And she didn't love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by s….

Thanks to the long days of rain, the blades of grass glowed with a deep-green luster, and they gave off the smell of wildness unique to things that s….

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

Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning can only produce writing that matches what they do. And that include….

The curious thing about individuals is that their singularity always goes beyond any category or generalization in the book..

My father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father told me stories - not so many, but it meant a lot to….

And when you come back to Japan next summer, let's have that date or whatever you want to call it. We can go to the zoo or the botanical garden or th….