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
Haruki Murakami quotes about
What happens when people open their hearts?"... "They get better.
You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them
Constipation was one of the things she hated most in the world, on par with despicable men who commit domestic violence and narrow-minded religious fundamentalists.
Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that's the essence of running, and a metaphor for life
An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.
It feels good to think about you when I'm warm in bed. I feel as if you're curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.
Each individual has their own unique color, which shines faintly around the contours of their body. Like a halo. Or a backlight. I'm able to see those colors clearly.
Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger, and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.
He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.
That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.
Judging the mistakes of strangers is an easy thing to do - and it feels pretty good.
It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.
A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.