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While they're still alive, people can become ghosts.
Haruki Murakami
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Haruki Murakami
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: January 12
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Science Fiction Writer
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Kyōto
Murakami Haruki
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Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.
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I am struck by how, except when you're young, you really need to prioritize in life, figuring out in what order you should divide up your time and energy. If you don't get that sort of system set by a certain age, you'll lack focus and your life will be out of balance.
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Strong and independent? I’m neither. I’m just being pushed along by reality, whether I like it or not.
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It's a dark, cool, quiet place. A basement in your soul. And that place can sometimes be dangerous to the human mind. I can open the door and enter that darkness, but I have to be very careful. I can find my story there. Then I bring that thing to the surface, into the real world.
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What’s most important is what you can’t see but can feel in your heart. To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts. But even activities that appear fruitless don’t necessarily end up so. That’s the feeling I have, as someone who’s felt this, who’s experienced it.
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For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a Reserved sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again.
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Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?
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Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they'll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same.
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Now and then may not be enough…You have to enjoy it while you’re still young. enjoy it to the fullest. You can use the memories of what you did to warm your body after you get old and can’t do it anymore.
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The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow.
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For some reason all the middle-aged women he knew were very efficient.
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Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only arseholes do that.
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Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.
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Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.
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With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.
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I don't know how many good books I still have in me I hope there are another four or five.
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In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.
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The young man knows that he is irretrievably lost. This is no town of cats, he finally realizes. It is the place where he is meant to be lost. It is another world, which has been prepared especially for him. And never again, for all eternity, will the train stop at this station to take him back to the world he came from.
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A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.
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A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs of this world. Alone in this fun house, only I grow old, a pale softball of death swelling inside me. Yet even as I sleep somewhere between Saturn and Uranus, wind-up birds everywhere are busy at work fulfilling their appointed rounds.
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