“An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.”
Haruki Murakami libro L'arte di correre
Origine: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
“An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.”
Haruki Murakami libro L'arte di correre
Origine: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
“Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.”
Haruki Murakami libro The Elephant Vanishes
Origine: The Elephant Vanishes
Haruki Murakami libro Norwegian Wood
Origine: Norwegian Wood
Haruki Murakami libro La ragazza dello Sputnik
Origine: Sputnik Sweetheart
“Artists are those who can evade the verbose.”
Haruki Murakami libro Kafka sulla spiaggia
Origine: Kafka on the Shore
Haruki Murakami libro La fine del mondo e il paese delle meraviglie
Origine: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Haruki Murakami libro La fine del mondo e il paese delle meraviglie
Origine: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Haruki Murakami libro L'uccello che girava le Viti del Mondo
Origine: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
“People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.”
Haruki Murakami libro Dance Dance Dance
Origine: Dance Dance Dance
Haruki Murakami libro Kafka sulla spiaggia
Origine: Kafka on the Shore
Haruki Murakami libro After Dark
Origine: After Dark
Haruki Murakami libro L'arte di correre
Origine: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
“A friend to kill time is a friend sublime.”
Haruki Murakami libro Nel segno della pecora
Origine: A Wild Sheep Chase: A Novel (1982), Chapter 40, The Rat Who Wound the Clock
“I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all.”
Haruki Murakami libro Norwegian Wood
Origine: Norwegian Wood
Haruki Murakami libro La fine del mondo e il paese delle meraviglie
Variante: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.
Origine: Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World (1985), Chapter 19: Hamburgers,Skyline and Deadline
Origine: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
Contesto: Once again, life had a lesson to teach me: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy. Sure, I'd gotten tired of this tiny space, but I'd had a good home here. In the time it takes to swill two cans of beer, all had had sublimed like morning mist. My job, my whiskey, my peace and quiet, my solitude, my Sormerset Maugham, and John Ford collections-all of it trashed and worthless.