{"quotes":[{"text":"The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["escape","flee","flight","haruki-murakami","imagination","imagine","japan","japanese","murakami","reality","the-wind-up-bird-chronicle"],"id":26495,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"},{"text":"You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world that’s inside you.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["haruki-murakami","inspirational","lost","quotes","worlds-apart"],"id":57534,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"},{"text":"Grandfather always said school's a place where they take sixteen years to wear down your brain. Grandfather hardly went to school either.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["hard-boiled-wonderland","haruki-murakami","school"],"id":62396,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"},{"text":"I think of human existence as being like a two-story house. On the rst oor people gather together to take their meals, watch television, and talk. E second oor contains private chambers, bedrooms where people go to read books, listen to music by themselves, and so on. En there is a basement;this is a special place, and there are a number of things stored here. We don’t use this room much in our daily life, but some- times we come in, vaguely hang around the place. En, my thought is that underneath that basement room is yet another basement room. Is one has a very special door, very di - cult to gure out, and normally you can’t get in there—some people never get in at all. . . . You go in, wander about in the darkness, and experience things there you wouldn’t see in the normal parts of the house. You connect with your past there, because you have entered into your own soul. But then you come back. If you stay over there for long you can never get back to reality.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["basement","haruki-murakami","house","inner-connection","life","life-path","soul"],"id":141495,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"},{"text":"He calmed himself, shut his eyes, and fell asleep. The rear light of consciousness, like the last express train of the night, began to fade into the distance, gradually speeding up, growing smaller until it was, finally, sucked into the depths of night, where it disappeared. All that remained was the sound of the wind slipping through a stand of white birch trees.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["death","haruki-murakami","sleep"],"id":149746,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"},{"text":"Even now, whenever I think of her, I envision a quiet Sunday morning. A gentle, clear day, just getting under way. No homework to do, just a Sunday when you could do what you wanted. She always gave me this kick-back-and-relax, Sunday-morning kind of feeling.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["haruki-murakami","love","quotes"],"id":153748,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"},{"text":"Writing a novel is like having a dream.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["dream","haruki-murakami","novel","writing"],"id":168570,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"},{"text":"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.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["haruki-murakami","rain","reality"],"id":173763,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"},{"text":"I wrote letters in the classroom, I wrote letters at my desk at home with Seagull in my lap, I wrote letters at empty tables during my breaks at the Italian restaurant. It was as if I were writing letters to hold together the pieces of my crumbling life.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["broken-heart","haruki-murakami","norwegian-wood"],"id":196479,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"},{"text":"No, I don't think I've been defiled. But I haven't been saved, either. There's nobody who can save me right now, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. The world looks totally empty to me. Everything I see around me looks fake. The only thing thay isn't fake is that gooshy thing inside me.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["emptiness","empty","fake","haruki-murakami","may-kasahara","sad"],"id":200190,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":23,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}