Quotes from Haruki Murakami

What is originality, after all, but the shape that results from the natural impulse to communicate to others that feeling of freedom, that unconstrained joy?

I don't like ringing the bell at the door. Its' tingaling just sounds beautiful. It makes one equal innocent sound, and it doesn't matter who is ringing. But knocking is distinctive. Human beats something physically - you can hear the reflected feeling. Of course, the hand always gets slightly painful.

I wonder what either of us knows about love. Our love has never been tested.

Relax your body, and the rest of you will lighten up.

He wasn't a talkative man to begin with, and in all aspects of life—as though it were a kind of mouth infection he wanted to avoid catching—he never talked about his feelings.

They were too clear and detailed to have been a fantasy, and too whole and beautiful to have been real.

Money had no name, of course. And if it did have a name, it would no longer be money. What gave money its true meaning was its dark-night namelessness, its breathtaking interchangeability.

You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel.

It's like I'd been born with a blind spot, and was always missing something. And what I missed was always the most important thing of all.

What season?" I asked. "A delayed adolescence, I guess. When I get up in the morning and see my face in the mirror, it looks like someone else's. If I'm not careful, I might end up left behind.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it - to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

can any of us ever perfectly understand another person? However much we may love them?

what disgusts me even more are people who have no imagination. People who fill up that lack of imagination with heartless bits of straw, not even aware of what they're doing, trying to force you to do what you don't want to.

There's no such thing as a perfect piece of writing. Just as there's no such thing as perfect despair.

Give me time, I thought, and I can turn out something much better. This may sound arrogant for someone who not long before had never given a thought to writing a novel. It even sounds arrogant to me. In all honesty, though, anyone who lacks that level of arrogance is unlikely to become a novelist.

Like the song says, rainy days and Mondays always get ya down .

A percepção não passa da soma dos nossos mal-entendidos.

I wanted to begin a new life where I didn't know a soul.

When a vacuum forms, someting has to come along to fill it. Because that's what everybody does.

It's hard to breathe, and I close my eyes. There's a hard lump of air in my chest, like I've swallowed a raincloud whole.

Muscles are hard to get and easy to lose. Fat is easy to get and hard to lose.

I've got people I want to understand and be understood by. But aside from those few, well, I feel it's kind of hopeless.

Khi b?t ??u Ä'i tìm nh?ng l?i bi?n há»™, ng??i ta s? gi? mãi cái thái Ä'á»™ Ä'ó su?t c? ??i

I don't have a thing,Tengo said, except my soul.