I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person's attitude so that they wouldn't get any closer. I didn't easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
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Haruki Murakami, from Sputnik Sweetheart
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— Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami
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We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
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haruki murakami, sputnik sweetheart.
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— Haruki Murakami, from Sputnik Sweetheart (via lunamonchtuna)
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So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us - that's snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely changed people with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami, 1999
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"I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance carefully monitoring the person's attitude so that they wouldn't get any closer. I didn't easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music."
- Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
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October 8, 2022
Will I ever get tired of showing off my summer house's garden? Probably not. Especially when the pomegranate looks so good! The weather was simply perfect – not to cold, not to hot, perfect wind strength, warm sun. I went on with my reading of Sputnik Sweetheart, which has picked up a faster pace. Mid afternoon I had an absolutely delicious apple and cinnamon pastry that my dad had bought me this morning. I'm really looking forward spending more autumn weekends here!
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Murakami's characters are often lost souls searching for meaning in a world that doesn't make sense. It's like he took the phrase "mid-life crisis" and turned it into an entire literary genre.
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― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
[text ID: 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.]
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