Mirtis egzistuoja ne kaip gyvenimo priešingybė, o kaip jos dalis.

Since I’m a novelist I’m the opposite of you – I believe that what’s most important is what cannot be measured. I’m not denying your way of thinking, but the greater part of people’s lives...

In this world, there is no absolute good, no absolute evil,” the man said. “Good and evil are not fixed, stable entities, but are continually trading places. A good may be transformed into an evil...

A question wells up inside me, a question so big it blocks my throat and makes it hard to breathe. Somehow I swallow it back, finally choosing another. “Are memories such an important thing?””It depends,”...

Its Barnum & Bailey world just as phony as it can be,But it would’t be make-believe if you believed in me

And our ages never bothered her from the very beginning. I was married, but that didn’t matter, either. She seemed to consider things like age and family and income to be of the same a...

Maybe it’s been like that for you till now. But you’re not a kid anymore. You have the right to choose your own life. You can start again. If you want a cat, all you...

I’ll be happy if running and I can grow old together.

I guess I’ve been waiting so long I’m looking for perfection. That makes it tough.

We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch...

Of course it was painful, and there were times when, emotionally, I just wanted to chuck it all. But pain seems to be a precondition for this kind of sport. If pain weren’t involved, who...

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with...

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

I do feel that I’ve managed to make something I could maybe call my world…over time…little by little. And when I’m inside it, to some extent, I feel kind of relieved. But the very fact...

Hey, Mr. Nakata. Gramps. Fire! Flood! Earthquake! Revolution! Godzilla’s on the loose! Get up!

It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.

You’re afraid of imagination. And even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the responsibility that begins in dreams. But you have to sleep, and dreams are a part of sleep. When you’re awake you can...

It wasn’t like there was some obvious change. Actually, the problem was more a lack of change. Nothing about her had changed – the way she spoke, her clothes, the topics she chose to talk...

What would make them think I was the model for Midori?!” She told me to fix the misunderstanding immediately, so that’s why I’m writing this reply now. Please stop causing problems in my household. Thank...

Money had no name, of course. And if it did have a name, it would no longer be money. What gave money its true meaning was its dark-night namelessness, its breathtaking interchangeability.

I think most readers would say the same. Most would choose Midori. And the protagonist, of course, chooses her in the end. But some part of him is always in the other world and he...

I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo)

Nemoj da se sažaljevaš. To rade samo kreteni.

If you can’t understand it without an explanation, you can’t understand it with an explanation.

Eifersucht war – das hatte Tsukuru durch diesen Traum begriffen – das trostloseste Gefängnis, das es auf der Welt gab. Denn es war ein Gefängnis, in das der Gefangene sich gewissermaßen selbst einsperrte. Niemand zwang...

Lo que nos hace personas normales es saber que no somos normales.

I never once thought I wanted to be a soldier. I wanted to be a teacher. As soon as I left college, though, they sent me my draft notice, stuck me in officers training, and...

La mia coscienza sembrava sul punto di offuscarsi da un momento all’altro, ma non potevo perdermi la dolcezza di quel rito di fine giornata. Non c’è nulla che mi piaccia di più di quel breve...

Never in my life had I seen such a slim nothing of a figure eat like such a terror.

We’re on the same wavelength. We’re connected that way, even if I’m away from her.

A strange, terrific force unlike anything I’ve ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will–over and...

As I suspect is true of many who write for a living, as I write I think about all sorts of things. I don’t necessarily write down what I’m thinking; it’s just that as I...

I know exactly what I’m doing, but I just can’t stop. That’s my greatest weakness.

Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I’m thankful for it. It’s like that frozen pain and my very...

Everything has boundaries. The same holds true with thought. You shouldn’t fear boundaries, but you should not be afraid of destroying them. That’s what is most important if you want to be free: respect for...

Don’t blame me. That’s evolution. Evolution’s always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution.

That’s how it is with art. Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o’clock in the morning are incapable of such writing.

Can’ttrustpeople. Won’tdoanygood. They’llkillyoueverytime. They’llkilleachother. They’llkilleveryone.

Miu let age naturally rise to the surface, accepted it for what it was, and made her peace with it.

But you know Hajime, some feelings cause us pain because they remain.

Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.

The laugh left a bitter taste in our mouths, but we laughed out all the same.

Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.

I might have been afraid that if I really loved someone and needed her, one day she might suddenly disappear without a word, and I’d be left all alone.

I feel as if the world is listening for my next thought. But I can’t think of anything. Sorry, but I just can’t think of anything.

I shouted into the phone, but there was no reply. Silence floated up from the receiver like smoke from the mouth of a gun.

My father always told me: ‘Give somebody a hand and he’ll take an arm.

In ancient times, people weren’t just male or female, but one of three types: male/male, male/female, female/female. In other words, each person was made out of the components of two people. Everyone was happy with...

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

I’m all alone, but I’m not lonely.