It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Before I know it another month will be over. And a very harsh season is just around the corner.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
It was spring break, so the theater was always packed with high schools students. It was an animal house. I wanted to… — 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
You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
How many Sundays – how many hundreds of Sundays like this – lay ahead of me? “Quiet, peaceful and lonely,” I said… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
I couldn't tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of season — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning, every morning I wind my own spring. I give… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“I really like you, Midori. A lot.” “How much is a lot?” “Like a spring bear,” I said. “A spring bear?” Midori… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on… — 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
Her partially open lips now opened wide, and her soft, fragrant tongue entered his mouth, where it began a relentless search for… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“No sooner had one season slipped out the door than the next came in by another door. A person might scramble to… — 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
I wrote a huge number of letters that spring: one a week to Naoko, several to Reiko, and several more to Midori.… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“What season?” I asked. “A delayed adolescence, I guess. When I get up in the morning and see my face in the… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
You know, the usual story. Once upon a time I was playing my harp by a spring when a fairy appeared out… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
From the girl who sat before me now...surged a fresh and physical life force. She was like a small animal that has… — 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
