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
Was it Aristotle who said the human soul is composed of reason, will, and desire?” “No, that was Plato. Aristotle and Plato were as different as Mel Tormé and Bing Crosby. In any case, things were a lot simpler in the old days,” Komatsu said. “Wouldn’t it be fun to imagine reason, will, and desire engaged in a fierce debate around a table?
There’s nothing wrong with not looking like something. It just means you don’t fit the stereotype yet.
And it was the kind of thing that loses the most important nuances when reduced to words. He had never told anyone about it, and he probably never would.
No matter what you tell me, no matter how legitimate your reasons, I can never just forget about you, I can never push the years we spent together out of my mind. I can't do it because it really happened, they are part of my life, and there is no way I can just erase them. That would be the same as erasing my own self.
I want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?
Passion can’t sustain itself forever.
The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground
I think most people live in fiction...That's how you keep your fragile body intact.
Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?
Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.
Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left?
[...] Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.
Even if you don't acknowledge it, people die, and guys sleep with girls. That's just how it is.
Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?" "I guess it depends on how you die.