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“I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“I'm an average person. Is just that I like reading.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 Book 1

“If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there’s salvation in life. Even if you can’t get together with that person.”
― Haruki Murakami

“Aomame raised her glass to the moon and asked,
“Have you gone to bed with someone in your arms lately?�
The moon did not answer.
“Do you have any friends?� she asked.
The moon did not answer.
“Don’t you get tired of always playing it cool?�
The moon did not answer.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 Book 1

“But this isn't their God, she decided. It's my God. This is a God I have found through sacrificing my own life, through my flesh being cut, my skin ripped off, my blood sucked away, my nails torn, all my time and hopes and memories being stolen from me. This is not a God with a form. No white clothes, no long beard. This god has no doctrine, no scripture, no precepts. No reward, no punishment. This God doesn't give, and doesn't take away. There is no heaven up in the sky, no hell down below. When it's hot, and when it's cold, God is simply there.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“You can't go anywhere if you just resign yourself to being attacked. A state of chronic powerlessness eats away at a person.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 #1-2

“Everything ended in silence. The beasts and spirits heaved a deep breath, broke up their encirclement, and returned to the depths of a forest that had lost its heart.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“Look Mister, I don't care what you think, you are bald. If the census had a "bald" category, You'd be in it, no problem. If you go to heaven, you're going to bald heaven. If you go to hell, you're going to bald hell. Have you got that straight? Then stop looking away from the truth. Let's go now. I'm taking you straight to bald heaven, nonstop.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“So you're thinking you'd rather not hand me a pistol?'
'They're dangerous. And illegal. And Chekov is qa writer you can trust.'
'But this is not a story. We're talking about the real word.'
Tamaru narrowed his eyes and looked hard at Aomame. Then, slowly opening his mouth, he said 'Who knows?”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“It was a cruel world though. More than half of all children died before they could reach maturity, thanks to chronic epidemics and malnutrition. People dropped like flies from polio and tuberculosis and smallpox and measles. There probably weren't many people who lived past forty. Women bore so many children, they became toothless old hags by the time they were in their thirties. People often had to resort to violence to survive. Tiny children were forced to do such heavy labor that their bones became deformed, and little girls were forced to become prostitutes on a daily basis. Little boys too, I suspect. Most people led minimal lives in worlds that had nothing to do with richness of perception or spirit. City streets were full of cripples and beggars and criminals. Only a small fraction of the population could gaze at the moon with deep feeling or enjoy a Shakespeare play or listen to the beautiful music of Dowland.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“During those several seconds when Aomame was holding his hand, Tengo had
seen many things and accurately seared each image on his retinas, like a camera
taking a photograph. These images comprised one of the basic landscapes that helped
him survive his pain-filled teens. The scene always included the strong sensation of
the girl’s fingers. Her right hand never failed to encourage Tengo during the
agonizing process of becoming an adult. Don’t worry, I’m with you, the hand
declared.
You are not alone.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 #1-2

“Tengo had no idea, of course, what Aomame had offered to the moon that time, but
he could well imagine what the moon had given her: pure solitude and tranquillity.
That was the best thing the moon could give a person.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 #1-2

“She knew only one thing for
sure: she wanted those thick arms of his to be holding her right now. What happened
after that would happen: let God or the devil decide.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 #1-2

“She must have had
that same thought at least 72,000 times while looking in the mirror. But so what? I
can think what I want as many times as I want. This could be the 72,001st time, but
what’s wrong with that? As long as I’m alive, I can think what I want, when I want,
any way I want, as much as I want, and nobody can tell me any different.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 #1-2

“Perché si nasconde"
"Si nasconde?"
"Come un gatto ferito”
― Haruki Murakami