Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

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"The darkness behind my closed eyelids was like the cloud-covered sky, but the gray was somewhat deeper. Every few minutes, someone would come and paint over the gray with a different-textured gray - one with a touch of gold or green or red. I was impressed with the variety of grays that existed. Human beings were so strange. All you had to do was sit still for ten minutes, and you could see this amazing variety of grays."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"Es decir..., lo que yo creo es que el hombre piensa en el significado de la vida porque sabe con certeza que va morir algún día. (...) Nadie sabe lo que va a ocurrir. Por eso nosotros, para evolucionar necesitamos la muerte."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"I guess time doesn't flow in order, does it - A, B, C, D? It just sort of goes where it feels like going."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless"

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"The ocean was one of the greatest things he had ever seen in his life—bigger and deeper than anything he had imagined. It changed its color and shape and expression according to time and place and weather. It aroused a deep sadness in his heart, and at the same time it brought his heart peace and comfort."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"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."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"Reality spilled out into the alley like water from an overfilled bowl - as sound, as smell, as image, as plea, as response."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"Still, though, I can’t be sure if the zoo as I recall it was really like that. How can I put it? I sometimes feel that it’s too vivid, if you know what I mean. And when I start having thoughts like this, the more I think about it, the less I can tell how much of the vividness is real and how much of it my imagination has invented."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

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

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"When you sneak into somebody’s backyard, it does seem that guts and curiosity are working together. Curiosity can bring guts out of hiding at times, maybe even get them going. But curiosity usually evaporates. Guts have to go for the long haul. Curiosity’s like a fun friend you can’t really trust. It turns you on and then it leaves you to make it on your own-with whatever guts you can muster."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it might go on"

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be known in advance."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"How can I put this? There's a king of gap between what I think is real and what's really real. I get this feeling like some kind of little something-or-other is there, somewhere inside me... like a burglar is in the house, hiding in a wardrobe... and it comes out every once in a while and messes up whatever order or logic I've established for myself. The way a magnet can make a machine go crazy."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"What i'm trying to say is this. A certain kind of shittiness, a certain kind of stagnation, a certain kind of darkness, goes on propogating itself by its own power in its own self-contained cycle. And once it passes a certain point, no one can stop it - even if the person himself wants to stop it."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"I was a vacant room. Inside, the music produces only a dry, hollow echo."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it may go on. The heart and flesh of an empty shell give birth to nothing more than the life of an empty shell."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"The little things are important, Mr. Wind-Up Bird,"

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"I don't know much about the world, but I do know one thing for sure. If I'm pessimistic, then the adults in this world who are not pessimistic are a bunch of idiots."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"Curiosity can bring guts out of hiding at times, maybe even get them going. But curiosity usually evaporates. Gust have to go for the long haul. Curiosity's like a fun friend you can't really trust. It turns you on and then it leaves you to make it on your own - with whatever guts you can muster"

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"I never once thought I wanted to be a soldier. I wanted to be a teacher. As soon as I left college, though, they sent me my draft notice, stuck me in officers training, and I ended up on the continent for twelve years. My life went by like a dream."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"Still, though, I can't be sure if the zoo as I recall it was really like that. How can I put it? I sometimes feel that it's too vivid, if you know what I mean. And when I start having thoughts like this, the more I think about it, the less I can tell how much of the vividness is real and how much of it my imagination has invented. I feel as if I've wandered into a labyrinth. Has that ever happened to you?"

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

"I stayed in the town until early evening, and when the sun began to sink, my heart did too. This is your last chance to go back, I told myself. Once it gets completely dark, you might never be able to leave here. I went home on the same buses that had brought me there. I arrived before seven, and no one noticed that I had run away."

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle