Haruki Murakami Quotes - Page 9

If only I could fall
sound asleep and wake up in my old reality!

As soon as I sat down across from her, she ordered me to put the entire contents of my pants pockets on the table. I did as I was told, saying nothing. My reality seemed to have left me and was now wandering around nearby. I hope it can find me, I thought.

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys.

But you knoe, she's right. Every single day, each time I see her face, see her, it's utterly precious.

To conserve energy, her little planet stopped spinning.

What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities.

Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.

The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality.

When you prick a person with a needle, red blood comes out- that's the real world.

Reality is created out of confusion and contradiction, and if you exclude those elements, you're no longer talking about reality. You might think that -by following language and a logic that appears consistent- you're able to exclude that aspect of reality, but it will always be lying in wait for you, ready to take its revenge.

There's no longer any place for a Big Brother in this real world of ours. Instead, these so-called Little People have come on the scene. Interesting verbal contrast, don't you think?

The best way to think about reality, I had decided, was to get as far away from it as possible.

I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.

Where I'm living is not a storybook world. It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.

Maybe the world was like a revolving door, it occurred to him as his consciousness was fading away. And which section you ended up in was just a matter of where your foot happened to fall.

Listen up - there's no war that will end all wars.

Can'ttrustpeople. Won'tdoanygood. They'llkillyoueverytime. They'llkilleachother. They'llkilleveryone.

Artists are those who can evade the verbose.

People want to be bowled over by something special. Nine times out of ten you might strike out, but that tenth time, that peak experience, is what people want. That's what can move the world. That's art.

This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: 'At the time, no one knew what was coming.