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Haruki Murakami

Haruki Murakami (村上春樹, Murakami Haruki, born January 12, 1949) is a 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 Award (2006) and the Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award (2006). His oeuvre received, for example, the Franz Kafka Prize (2006) and the Jerusalem Prize (2009).

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In terms of evolutionary history, it was only yesterday that men learned to walk around on two legs and get in trouble thinking complicated thoughts. So don't worry, you'll burn out.

Complicated, Men, Thinking, Two, Worry, Yesterday

What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.

Care, Norwegian Wood, Terrible, Thing

Artists are those who can evade the verbose.

Artist, Artists, Evade, Verbose

The best thing would be to break your neck, but you'd probably just break your leg and then you couldn't do a thing. You'd yell at the top of your lungs, but nobody;d hear you, and you couldn't expect anybody to find you, and you'd have centipedes and spiders crawling all over you, and the bones of the ones who died before are scattered all around you, and it's dark and soggy, and way overhead there's this tiny, tiny circle of light like a winter moon. You die there in this place, little by little, all by yourself.

Dark, Moon, Top, Winter, Yell

People's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.

Burn, Fuel, Life, Maybe, Memories, People

It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.

Anticlimaxes, Gaps, Real, World

I tell you, Mr. Okada, a cold beer at the end of the day is the best thing life has to offer. Some choosy people say that a too cold beer doesn't taste good, but I couldn't disagree more. The first beer should be so cold you can't even taste it. The second one should be a little less chilled, but I want that first one to be like ice. I want it to be so cold my temples throb with pain. This is my own personal preference of course.

Beer, Day, Ice, Pain, Thing

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

Appeared, Evaporated, Leaving, Memories, Weather

It's good when food tastes good, it's kind of like proof you're alive.

Alive, Good, Kind, Taste, Tastes

Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives.

Catch, Live, Nobody, Our Lives, Things, Way

Writing a long novel is like survival training. Physical strength is as necessary as artistic sensitivity.

Like, Long, Novel, Survival, Training, Writing

You know, they've got these chocolate assortments, and you like some but you don't like others? And you eat all the ones you like, and the only ones left are the ones you don't like as much? I always think about that when something painful comes up. Now I just have to polish these off, and everything'll be OK. Life is a box of chocolates. I suppose you could call it a philosophy.

Box, Chocolate, Like, Philosophy, Suppose, Thinking

She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.

Beautiful, Girl, Heart, Waters, Right

I started writing at the kitchen table after midnight. It took ten months to finish that first book; I sent it to a publisher and I got some kind of prize, so it was like a dream - I was surprised to find it happening.

Book, Dream, Kitchen, Midnight, Sent, Writing

If I choose to write about sheep, it's just because I happened to write about sheep. There is no deep significance.

Choose, Happened, Sheep, Significance, Writing

Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was the couple in the Skyline listening to Duran Duran. Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn’t have known.

Couple, Months, Sky, Skyline, Stars, Thinking

I hurt myself deeply, though at the time I had no idea how deeply. I should have learned many things from that experience, but when I look back on it, all I gained was one single, undeniable fact. That ultimately I am a person who can do evil. I never consciously tried to hurt anyone, yet good intentions notwithstanding, when necessity demanded, I could become completely self-centred, even cruel. I was the kind of person who could, using some plausible excuse, inflict on a person I cared for a wound that would never heal.

Evil, Gained, Hurt, Ideas, Intentions, Self

Huge organizations and me don't get along. They're too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.

Organization, People, Stupid, Time

In real life things don’t go so smoothly. At certain points in our lives, when we really need a clear-cut solution, the person who knocks at our door is, more likely than not, a messenger bearing bad news.

Cutting, Door, Doors, Life, Real

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.

Disappointment, Friendship, Likes, Lonely, Make, Nobody

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