A girl doesn't always want to go out, you know, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. Sometimes she feels like being nasty--like, if the guy's… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
There wasn't a cloud in the sky, no wind, and everything was quiet around us - all we could hear were birds… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
On any given day, something claims our attention. Anything at all, inconsequential things. A rosebud, a misplaced hat, that sweater we liked… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“It was a narrow world, a world that was standing still. But the narrower it became, the more it betook of stillness,… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
There were plenty of women around who dressed smartly, and plenty more who dressed to impress, but this girl was different. Totally… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. I caressed the half-inch scar. As I did… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. Just as you… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Those five fingers and that palm were like a display case crammed full of everything I wanted to know--and everything I had… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Beyond the window, some kind of small, black thing shot across the sky. A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone's… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Now for a good twelve-hour sleep, I told myself. Twelve solid hours. Let birds sing, let people go to work. Somewhere out… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Then I noticed that my shadow was crying too, shedding clear, sharp shadow tears. Have you ever seen the shadows of tears,… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Oshima's silent for a time as he gazes at the forest, eyes narrowed. Birds are flitting from one branch to the next.… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
I always feel like I'm struggling to become someone else. Like I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life,… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too soon needed ten, then thirty, thena full minute...” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Intelligent teenage girls were often instinctively theatrical, purposely eccentric, mouthing highly suggestive words to confuse people.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory. This really came home to me once I started writing fiction, that memory… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
If you listen to the radio for a whole hour there's maybe one decent song. The rest is mass-produced garbage — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“that one of our problems was our inability to recognize and accept our own deformities” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“When I look back at myself at age twenty, what I remember most is being alone and lonely. I had no girlfriend to warm… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“There's not a branch of publishing or broadcasting that doesn't depend in some way on advertising. It'd be like an aquarium without water. Why,… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“One by one, I'll face the tasks before me and complete them as best I can. Focusing on each stride forward, but at the… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Eleven o'clock had come and gone. I had to find a way to bring this conversation to a successful conclusion and get out of… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
