Haruki Murakami

“Cold or not, God is Present”

— Haruki Murakami

“writing was like breathing.”

— Haruki Murakami

“Uno de mis libros preferidos”

— Haruki Murakami

Everything in life is a metaphor.

— Haruki Murakami

“we can’t survive on our own.”

— Haruki Murakami

“You can’t keep counting forever”

— Haruki Murakami

Life: I'll never understand it.

— Haruki Murakami

“Only the dead stay 17 forever.”

— Haruki Murakami

Opera lovers may be the narrowest people in the world.

— Haruki Murakami

It's just like sex; when [a book is] finished, it's finished.

— Haruki Murakami

Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.

— Haruki Murakami

“And worse, I was in love. Love with complications.”

— Haruki Murakami

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

— Haruki Murakami

“In those days I used to talk to myself as if reciting poetry.”

— Haruki Murakami

“To conserve energy, her little planet stopped spinning.”

— Haruki Murakami

“Being alive is a killer, if you think about it.”

— Haruki Murakami

“You have let something out of the bag before you yourself knew what it was all about. That can be awfully dangerous”

— Haruki Murakami

“Like a person in a storm desperately grasping at a lamppost, he clung to his daily routine.”

— Haruki Murakami

“We have a sane part of our minds and an insane part. We negotiate between those two parts.”

— Haruki Murakami

It seems to me that very sad things always contain an element of the comical

— Haruki Murakami

“That's the way it is with the mind. Nothing is ever equal. Like a river, as it flows, the course changes with…

— Haruki Murakami

...most people in the world don't really use their brains to think. And people who don't think are the ones who don't…

— Haruki Murakami

The things she most wanted to tell him would lose their meaning the moment she put them into words.

— Haruki Murakami

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

— Haruki Murakami

“The ground we stand on looks solid enough. But if something happens it can drop right out from under you. And once…

— Haruki Murakami

“No, her secret was too weighty and dark to reveal to anyone—she had to bear it alone. — “I had to keep…

— Haruki Murakami

We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center…

— Haruki Murakami

“As the autumn deepens, the fathomless lakes of their eyes assume an ever more sorrowful hue. The leaves turn color, the grasses…

— Haruki Murakami

“As he watched his father, Tengo started to have doubts about the difference between a person being alive and being dead. Maybe…

— Haruki Murakami

“He wasn’t a talkative man to begin with, and in all aspects of life—as though it were a kind of mouth infection…

— Haruki Murakami

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see…

— Haruki Murakami

“He wished he could be with her longer, spend more time with her, have a good, leisurely talk. But she had her…

— Haruki Murakami

“Rain falls and the flowers bloom. No rain, they wither up. Bugs are eaten by lizards, lizards are eaten by birds. But…

— Haruki Murakami

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our…

— Haruki Murakami

“Between the end of that strange summer and the approach of winter, my life went on without change. Each day would dawn…

— Haruki Murakami

I’m not good at talking,” Naoko said. “Haven’t been for the longest while. I start to say something and the wrong words…

— Haruki Murakami

“I do need that time, though, for Naoko's face to appear. And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer.…

— Haruki Murakami

“solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can…

— Haruki Murakami

It is however, difficult to make your narratives relative by yourself. A novelists' work is to provide models to make your narratives…

— Haruki Murakami

“Yes, perfection. it rests its full weight upon the core of the poor aunt's being, like a corpse sealed inside a glacier-a…

— Haruki Murakami