Haruki Murakami Quotes (displaying: 31 - 60 of 1515 quotes)
?m through with sleep! So what if I go mad? So what if I lose my?ground of bein?? I will not be consumed by my?tendencies? If sleep is nothing more than a periodic repairing of the parts of me that are being worn away, I do?t want it anymore. I do?t need it anymore. My flesh may have to be consumed, but my mind belongs to me. ?m keeping it for myself. I will not hand it over to anyone. I do?t want to be?repaired? I will not sleep.
Things like that happen all the time in this great big world of ours. It is like taking a boat out on a beautiful lake on a beautiful day and thinking both the sky and the lake are beautiful. Things will go where they are supposed to go if you just let them take their natural course. Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it is time for them to be hurt. Life is like that.
The end of my penis is still a bit sore and stings a little when I take a leak. The ti?s red. My fresh-from-the-foreskin cock is still plenty young and tender. Condensed sexual fantasies, Princ?s slippery voice, quotes from all kinds of book?the whole confused mess swirls around in my brain, and my head feels like i?s about to burst.
Maybe the world was like a revolving door, it occurred to him as his consciousness was fading away. And which section you ended up in was just a matter of where your foot happened to fall...And there was no logical continuity from one section to another. And it was because of this lack of logical continuity that choices really didn't mean very much.
But even though I was with my father again, I never felt really secure deep down. I don't know how to put it exactly, but things were never really settled inside me. I always had this feeling like, I don't know, like somebody was putting something over on me, like my real father had disappeared forever and, to fill the gap, some other guy was sent to me in his shape.
Most of these university types are total phonies. The?re scared to death somebod?s gonna find they do?t know something. They all read the same books and they all throw around the same words, and they get off listening to John Coltrane and seeing Pasolini movies. You call that?revolutio?? That does it for me, then. ?m not going to believe in any damned revolution. Love is all ?m going to believe in.
Here's what I think, Mr. Wind-Up Bird," said May Kasahara. "Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Of course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things.
Listen, Kafka. What yo?re experiencing now is the motif of many Greek tragedies. Man does?t choose fate. Fate chooses man. Tha?s the basic worldview of Greek drama. And the sense of traged?according to Aristotl?comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonis?s weak points but from his good qualities. Do you know what ?m getting at? People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. Sophocle? Oedipus Rex being a great example. Oedipus is drawn into tragedy not because of laziness or stupidity, but because of his courage and honesty. So an inevitable irony results.
Everybody has some one thing they do not want to lose," began the man. "You included. And we are professionals at finding out that very thing. Humans by necessity must have a midway point between their desires and their pride. Just as all objects must have a center of gravity. This is something we can pinpoint. Only when it is gone do people realize it even existed.