Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.
— Kafka on the Shore
Wednesday March 28, 2012
The writer improves only when he writes constantly. Like a caterpillar which eats up the leaves.
— 1Q84
Tuesday December 27, 2011
Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story
— Kafka on the Shore
Saturday December 24, 2011
Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads—at least that’s where I imagine it—there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own little private library.
— Kafka on the Shore
Friday December 23, 2011
Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it’s time to drink.
— Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Thursday December 22, 2011
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
— Norwegian Wood
Wednesday December 21, 2011
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional
— What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
Tuesday December 20, 2011
Don’t feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.
Monday December 19, 2011
Listen up - there’s no war that will end all wars.
— Kafka on the Shore
Sunday December 18, 2011
Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.
— Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
Saturday December 17, 2011
The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.
— Sputnik Sweetheart
Friday December 16, 2011
What do you think? I’m not a starfish or a pepper tree. I’m a living, breathing human being. Of course I’ve been in love
— Kafka on the Shore
Thursday December 15, 2011
Chance encounters are what keep us going.
— Kafka on the Shore
Wednesday December 14, 2011
Only the Dead stay seventeen forever.
— Norwegian Wood
Tuesday December 13, 2011
I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.
— The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Monday December 12, 2011
