Haruki Murakami
Haruki Murakami
Haruki Murakamiis a contemporary Japanese writer. His books and stories have been bestsellers in Japan as well as internationally, with his work being translated into 50 languages and selling millions of copies outside his native country. The critical acclaim for his fiction and non-fiction has led to numerous awards, in Japan and internationally, including the World Fantasy Awardand the Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award. His oeuvre received, for example, the Franz Kafka Prizeand the Jerusalem Prize...
NationalityJapanese
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth12 January 1949
CountryJapan
It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. "You can't fight it.
My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. “Hold tight,” I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.
If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.
I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.
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.
Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.
I may not look it, but I can be a very patient guy. And killing time is one of my specialities.
Her pupils have taken on a lonely hue, like grey clouds reflected in a calm lake.
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.
Once you let yourself grow close to someone, cutting the ties could be painful.
Another person's life is that person's life. You can't take responsibility.
In most cases learning something essential in life requires physical pain.
..finally he was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning.
People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues.