We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“I might have been afraid that if I really loved someone and needed her, one day she might suddenly disappear without a… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
They put up with such strenuous training, and where did their thoughts, their hopes and dreams, disappear to? When people pass away,… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Some announce their departure before they leave, while others just disappear all of a sudden without warning one day. And once you… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
People lose fifty million skin cells every day. The cells get scraped off and turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“But my one-day absence was probably not having an effect on anybody. Not one human being had noticed that I was gone,… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing is going to disappear just because you can't see what is going on.… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
you mean machines are like humans?" I shook my head. "No, not like humans. With machines the feeling is, well, more finite.… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Maybe in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost. Or at least there exists a silent place where everything can disappear.… — 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
If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
“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
“Intelligent teenage girls were often instinctively theatrical, purposely eccentric, mouthing highly suggestive words to confuse people.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
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
The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
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
“that one of our problems was our inability to recognize and accept our own deformities” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“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
“Some people get a kick out of reading railway timetables and that's all they do all day. Some people make huge model boats out… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
“When the time comes, everybody’s got to end up where they belong. Only me, I didn’t have a place to call my own. It’s… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
“You let something out of the bag before yourself knew what it was all about” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
