Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action? — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“The mind is strong. It survives, even without thought. Even with everything taken away, it holds a seed—your self.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“I feel as if the world is listening for my next thought. But I can't think of anything. Sorry, but I just… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Perhaps I'm just too painstaking a type of person, but I can't grasp much of anything without putting down my thoughts in… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“There are certain thoughts that, no matter what, you have to keep inside.” — haruki murakami Copy Share Image
“Aomame tried her best to keep her mind clear of any thoughts, but it was impossible not to think of anything. Nature… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping… — 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 have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze,… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“I turn a corner," I offered, "just as someone ahead of me turns the next corner. I can't see what that person… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
The thoughts that occur to me while I’m running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of all different sizes. They come… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Their hearts, lost in thought, slowly tick away time. When we pass each other on the road, we listen to the rhythm… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“How can I be strong when I do not know my own mind? I am lost." "That's not true. You are not… — 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 as a child, an old Gene Pitney record. A parade of trivia with no place to go. Things that bump around in our consciousness for two or three days then go back to wherever they came from... to… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
Well, think of what I’m doing to you right now. For me I’m the self, and you’re the object. For you, of course, it’s the exact opposite—you’re the self to you and I’m the object. And by exchanging self and object, we can project ourselves onto the other and gain self-consciousness. Volitionally.” “I still don’t get it, but it sure… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
In order to pin down reality as realilty, we need another reality to relativize the first. Yet that other reality requires a… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Today things are different. The darkness in the outside world has vanished, but the darkness in our hearts remains, virtually unchanged. Just… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Time. Particles of darkness configured mysterious patterns on my retina. Patterns that degenerated without a sound, only to be replaced by new… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Lying there, I close my eyes for a time, then open them. I silently breathe in, then out. A thought begins to… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“When you see runners in town, it's easy to distinguish beginners from veterans. Their hearts, lost in thought, slowly tick away time.… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“I just run. I run in a void. Or maybe I should put it the other way: I run in order to… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“I’m not a human. I’m a piece of machinery. I don’t need to feel a thing. Just forge on ahead. That’s what… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“To fill in the silence Tsukuru lowered the needle onto the record again, went back to the sofa, and settled in to… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Because memory and sensations are so uncertain, so biased, we always rely on a certain reality-call it an alternate reality-to prove the reality of events. To what extent facts we recognize as such really are as they seem, and to what extent these are facts merely because we label them as such, is an impossible distinction to draw. Therefore, in… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“I shake my head, turn from the window, clear my mind of thoughts of a hundred years away.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“When I am running my mind empties itself. Everything I think while running is subordinate to the process. The thoughts that impose… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“To think that each skull once had skin and flesh and was stuffed with gray matter—in varying quantities—teeming with thoughts of food… — 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 seemd a kind of fiction, or vice versa. Either way, no matter how hard you try to put everything neatly into shape, the context wanders this way and that, until finally the context isn't even there… — 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 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 my body or my soul, no friends I could open up to. No clue what I should do every day, no vision for the future. For the most part, I remained hidden away, deep within myself.… — 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 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 same time taking a long-range view, scanning the scenery as far ahead as I can. I am, after all, a long distance runner. My time, the rank I attain, my outward appearance - all of these… — 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 there. But before I could say anything, she suddenly asked me to hold her. 'Why?' I asked, caught off guard. 'To charge my batteries,' she said. 'Charge your batteries?' 'My body has run out of electricity.… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share
