Haruki Murakami Quotes

Bizarre! That's the only word I can use to describe life sometimes. Just freaking bizarre.

O world, world when I was younger I thought there was some order governing you and your deeds. But now you seem to be a labyrinth of errors, a frightful desert, a den of wild beasts, a game in which men move in circles…a stony field, a meadow full of serpents, a flowering but barren orchard, a spring of cares, a river of tears, a sea of suffering, a vain hope.

I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.

Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea.

We live in a strange bubble.

Most days it feels as if the world is whirling around me and I am standing still. In slow motion, I watch the colors blur; people and faces all become a massive wash.

It sometimes feels like a strange movie, you know, it's all so weird that sometimes I wonder if it is really happening.

All of life and human relations have become so incomprehensibly complex that, when you think about it, it becomes terrifying and your heart stands still.

The trouble with our age is all signposts and no destination.

As in The Lime Twig dream and illusion are right at the center of Charivari.

All the dreamers in all the world are dizzy in the noodle.

Everything is always a little surreal.

This fame is a juggernaut: It slaps you in the face, and you don't know what you're doing. You don't know who has your back, who is your support system.

Every day after I wake up, I think, 'Wait... this can't be real; I'm still going to wake up.'

The work which is manipulated looks a little boring to me. I think life is pretty strange anyway. It is wooo, wooo, wooo!

I can't remember any dreams in my life. There's so much strange in real life that it often seems like a dream.

As a session player for so many years, I have found myself in rooms looking around going, 'Is this for real?'

I feel like a Space Jam' creature.

I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.

But honestly... I just don't know what anyone's thinking. To me, that's scarier than any half-rotten ghoul trying to eat my flesh.

No factions? A world in which no one knows who they are or where they fit? I can't even fathom it. I imagine only chaos and isolation.

If I ventured in the slipstream between the viaducts of your dreams, where immobile steel rims crack and the ditch in the back roads stop. Could you find me?

I live at the end of a dead end one way street. I don't know how I got there.

I feel like Alice falling into Wonderland. A line came to him: It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Suddenly, the world I had scrutinised for so long was all around me, as if I had leaned forward and climbed into the television like Alice through the looking-glass. I had no idea just how deep the rabbit hole would go.