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Ryū Murakami quotes
Who knew there were still people like that in this world, though? Everybody wants to talk about themselves, and everybody wants to hear everybody else’s story, so we take turns playing reporter and celebrity. ‘It must have made you very sad when your own father raped you – can you describe some of your feelings at the time? Yes, I wept and wept, wonder why something like this had to happen to me’. It’s like that. Everyone’s running around comparing wounds, like bodybuilders showing off their muscles. And what’s really unbelievable is that they really believe they can heal the wounds like that, just by putting them on display.
— Ryū Murakami, Piercing
Yeah, he’d said, maybe it’s just my idea, but really it always hurts, the times it don’t hurt is when we just forget, we just forget it hurts, you know, it’s not just because my belly’s all rotten, everybody always hurts. So when it really starts stabbing me, somehow I feel sort of peaceful, like I’m myself again.
— Ryū Murakami, Almost Transparent Blue
But why is it that if you imagine a baby who smells of milk, for example, you can’t help smiling? Why is there such an agreement around the world about what is or isn’t a foul smell? Who decided what smells bad? Is it impossible that somewhere in this world there are people who, if they sat next to a homeless fellow they’d get the urge to snuggle up to him, but if they sat next to a baby they’d get an urge to kill it?
— Ryū Murakami, In the Miso Soup
Within two or three years of World War II’s end, starvation had been basically eliminated in Japan, and yet the Japanese had continued slaving away as if their lives depend on it. Why? To create a more abundant life? If so, where was the abundance? Where were the luxurious living spaces? Eyesores dominated the scenery wherever you went, and people still crammed themselves into packed commuter trains each morning, submitting to conditions that would be fatal for any other mammal. Apparently what the Japanese wanted wasn’t a better life, but more things.
— Ryū Murakami
To distort our faces with joy, or wail and weep with sorrow, or collapse in agony, or wallow in sentimentality – wasn’t an inviolable human trait but something we can lose simply by leading dull and dreary lives. ‘A rich emotional life, ’ she’d written, ‘is a privilege reserved only for the daring few’.
— Ryū Murakami, Audition
It was the face of a human being who’d been constructed exclusively of wounds. Not time or history or ambition, nothing but wounds. The face of a person who could probably kill someone without feeling anything whatsoever.
— Ryū Murakami, Audition
If everyone could feel as I felt at that moment, dressed in my preppy sweater and McGregor coat and about to set out on a little journey with my Bambi-eyed girlfriend on Christmas Eve, all conflicts in the world would vanish. Mellow smiles would rule the earth.
— Ryū Murakami, 69
Oba-sans, to put it in somewhat difficult terms, are life-forms that have stopped evolving. And anyone can turn into an Oba-san. Young women, of course, but even young men, even middle-aged men —even children. You turn into an Oba-san the instant you lose the will to evolve.
— Ryū Murakami, Popular Hits of the Showa Era
Every one of a hundred thousand cities around the world had its own special sunset and it was worth going there, just once, if only to see the sun go down.
— Ryū Murakami, Coin Locker Babies
People were infected with the concept that happiness was something outside themselves, and a new and powerful form of loneliness was born. Mix loneliness with stress and enervation, and all sorts of madness can occur. Anxiety increases, and in order to obliterate the anxiety, people turn to extreme sex, violence, and even murder.
— Ryū Murakami, Audition
But what I did sense was an emptiness like a black hole inside of him, and there was no predicting what might emerge from a place like that.
— Ryū Murakami, In the Miso Soup
After listening to a lot of these stories, I began to think that American loneliness is a completely different creature from anything we experience in this country, and it made me glad I was born Japanese. The type of loneliness where you need to keep struggling to accept a situation is fundamentally different from the sort you know you’ll get through if you just hang in there.
— Ryū Murakami, In the Miso Soup
These young men, in other words, represented a variety of types, but one thing they had in common was that they’d all given up on committing positively to anything in life. This was not their fault, however. The blame lay with a certain ubiquitous spirit of the times, transmitted to them by their respective mothers. And perhaps it goes without saying that this “spirit of the times” was in fact an oppressive value system based primarily upon the absolute certainty that nothing in this world was ever going to change.
— Ryū Murakami, Popular Hits of the Showa Era
When I went on anyway, my body began to grow cold, and I thought I was dead. Face pale, my dead self sat down on a bench and began to turn toward my real self, who was watching this hallucination on the screen of the night. My dead self came nearer, just as if it might want to shake hands with my real self. That’s when I panicked and tried to run. But my dead self pursued me and finally caught me, entered me and controlled me. I’d felt then just the way I felt now. I felt as if a hole had opened in my head from which consciousness and memory leaked out and in their place the rash crowded in, and a cold like spoiled roast chicken. But that time before, shaking and clinging to the damp bench, I’d told myself, Hey, take a good look, isn’t the world still under your feet? I’m on this ground, and on this same ground are trees and grass and ants carrying sand to their nests, little girls chasing rolling balls, and puppies running.
— Ryū Murakami, Almost Transparent Blue
That was with me for years–feeling I wasn’t myself. And I do think I wasn’t my real self then. Of course, I’m not sure there is such a thing as a real self. You could ransack your innards looking for the real you and never find it–slice yourself open and all you’ll find is blood and muscle and bone.
— Ryū Murakami, In the Miso Soup
Who hasn’t wanted to die at one time or another?
— Ryū Murakami, Piercing
You don’t know what cold is until you’ve experienced the cold you feel when the blood is draining out of your body.
— Ryū Murakami, In the Miso Soup
When you’re in an extreme situation you tend to avoid facing it by getting caught up in little details. Like a guy who’s decided to commit suicide and boards a train only to become obsessed with whether he remembered to lock the door when he left home.
— Ryū Murakami, In the Miso Soup
But sometimes things happen that no one hopes for. Events that cause everything you’ve worked towards, the life you’ve carefully constructed piece by piece, to come tumbling down all around you. No one is to blame, but you’re left with a wound you can’t heal on your own and can’t believe you’ll ever learn to accept, so you struggle to escape the pain. Only time can heal wounds as deep as that – a lot of time – and all you can really do is place yourself in its hands and try to consider the passing of each day a victory. You tough it out moment by moment, hour by hour, and after some weeks or months you begin to see signs of recovery. Slowly the wound heals into a scar.
— Ryū Murakami, Audition
And sometimes ignorance is even harder to deal with than deliberate evil.
— Ryū Murakami, In the Miso Soup
Every time he studied this instrument, with its slender, gleaming steel rod that tapered down to such needle-like sharpness, he wondered why it was necessary to have things like this in the world. If it were truly only for chopping ice, you’d think a completely different design might do. The people who produce and sell things like this don’t understand, he thought. They don’t realize that some of us break out in a cold sweat at just a glimpse of that shiny, pointed tip.
— Ryū Murakami, Piercing
Children would struggle desperately to feel love for their parents. Rather than hate a parent, in fact, they’d choose to hate themselves. Love and violence became so intertwined for them that when they grew up and got into relationships, only hysteria could set their hearts at ease.
— Ryū Murakami, Piercing
Memories are’t like words; they’re soft and gooey. Covered with a sticky slime, like a penis after sex, or your vagina when you menstruate, and shaped like tadpoles or tiny watersnakes
— Ryū Murakami, Piercing
I wonder why people you have to meet have to be such liars. They lie as if their lives depended on it.
— Ryū Murakami, In the Miso Soup
…having nothing better to do, meandered off to a coffee shop and sat facing each other for a couple of hours, neither of them talking much but each coming to the general conclusion that the other was a person rather like himself…
— Ryū Murakami, Popular Hits of the Showa Era
That’s what violence was: emotion leaking out from consciousness into the physical world, linking up with the muscles of the arms and shoulders and diaphragm and, inevitably, the face. Stifle emotion during an act of violence and the face becomes a blank, unreadable mask.
— Ryū Murakami, Audition
What makes somebody nice or unpleasant to be around is the way they communicate. When people are fucked up, their communication is fucked up.
— Ryū Murakami, In the Miso Soup
This was a factory, a sorting house. We were no different from dogs and pigs and cows: all of us were allowed to play when we were small, but then, just before reaching maturity, we were sorted and classified. Being a high school student was the first step toward becoming a domestic animal.
— Ryū Murakami, 69
They needed a reason why a little kid would commit murder, someone or something to point the finger at, and I think they were relieved when they hit upon horror movies as the culprit. But there’s no reason a child commits murder, just as there’s no reason a child gets lost. What would it be – because his parents weren’t watching him? That’s not a reason, it’s just a step in the process.
— Ryū Murakami, In the Miso Soup
Words themselves aren’t that important. Even if somebody says words that shock you, or make you want to kill them, or make you tremble with emotion, the words themselves you tend to forget in time. Words are just tools we use to express or communicate something.
— Ryū Murakami, Popular Hits of the Showa Era
That’s when he hit her, when he saw how scared she was. He couldn’t bear it that she was frightened and asking for help. Asking for help is wrong. Because there isn’t any such thing as help in this world.
— Ryū Murakami, Piercing
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