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„Я очень люблю деньги! На них можно купить свободное время, чтобы писать.“

„Идеальный способ проводить летний отпуск. Жара, одиночество, свобода. Никому не мешаешь, и никто не мешает тебе.“

„Тебе не кажется, что было бы замечательно избавиться от всего и от всех и просто пойти туда, где ты не знаешь ни души?“

„…мне нравится вставлять в книги то, что не имеет никакого отношения. Если в произведении будет лишь то, что «относится к делу», там станет тесно и душно. А если вводишь одно за другим то, что вроде бы и постороннее, создается впечатление дуновения свежего ветра.“

„Зайдя в спальню, я принялся открывать, один за другим, ящики ее шкафа; все оказались пусты — хоть шаром покати. Старый изъеденный молью шарфик, пакетик с порошком от моли да три пустых вешалки — вот и все, что я там обнаружил. Она выгребла все подчистую.“

„С моей точки зрения, писать прозу – это тяжелый физический труд. Да, сочинительство – ментальный процесс, но чтобы написать роман или книгу, необходимо поработать физически.“

„Когда я пишу роман, у меня всегда в душе живёт образ яйца, которое разбивается о высокую прочную стену. «Стеной» могут быть танки, ракеты, фосфорные бомбы. А «яйцо» — это всегда невооружённые люди, их подавляют, их расстреливают. Я в этой схватке всегда на стороне яйца. Есть ли прок в писателях, которые стоят на стороне стены?“

„К югу от границы, на запад от солнца“

„…мои персонажи относятся ко мне лишь косвенно. Они появляются в повествовании и потом уже живут сами. Что я хочу сказать: к повествованию, к миру надо относиться нейтрально. Если же станут присутствовать личные мотивы — будь то жена или дети — ход изложения застопорится. Поэтому следует быть нейтральным, глядеть на все с беспристрастной позиции, чтобы по возможности не было никакого привкуса собственной жизни. Такую позицию я для себя выбираю, когда пишу.“

„…мои персонажи относятся ко мне лишь косвенно. Они появляются в повествовании и потом уже живут сами. Что я хочу сказать: к повествованию, к миру надо относиться нейтрально. Если же станут присутствовать личные мотивы - будь то жена или дети - ход изложения застопорится. Поэтому следует быть нейтральным, глядеть на все с беспристрастной позиции, чтобы по возможности не было никакого привкуса собственной жизни. Такую позицию я для себя выбираю, когда пишу.“

„…мне нравится вставлять в книги то, что не имеет никакого отношения. Если в произведении будет лишь то, что "относится к делу", там станет тесно и душно. А если вводишь одно за другим то, что вроде бы и постороннее, создается впечатление дуновения свежего ветра.“

“Nakata let his body relax, switched off his mind, allowing things to flow through him. This was natural for him, something he'd done ever since he was a child, without a second thought. Before long the borders of his consciousness fluttered around, just like the butterflies. Beyond these borders lay a dark abyss. Occasionally his consciousness would fly over the border and hover over that dizzying, black crevass. But Nakata wasn't afraid of the darkness or how deep it was. And why should he be? That bottomless world of darkness, that weighty silence and chaos, was an old friend, a part of him already. Nakata understood this well. In that world there was no writing, no days of the week, no scary Governor, no opera, no BMWs. No scissors, no tall hats. On the other hand, there was also no delicious eel, no tasty bean-jam buns. Everything is there, but there are no parts. Since there are no parts, there's no need to replace one thing with another. No need to remove anything, or add anything. You don't have to think about difficult things, just let yourself soak it all in. For Nakata, nothing could be better.”

“The elevator continued its impossibly slow ascent. Or at least I imagined it was ascent. There was no telling for sure: it was so slow that all sense of direction simply vanished. It could have been going down for all I knew, or maybe it wasn’t moving at all. But let’s just assume it was going up. Merely a guess. Maybe I’d gong up twelve stories, then down three. Maybe I’d circled the globe. How would I know?”

“I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I'd been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took on a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves.”

“You still don't get it, do you? We're talking about a revelation here," Colonel Sanders said, clicking his tongue. "A revelation leaps over the borders of the everyday. A life without revelation is no life at all. What you need to do is move from reason that observes to reason that acts. That's what's critical. Do you have any idea what I'm talking about, you gold-plated whale of a dunce?”

“My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year. It's like I was raising chickens inside of me. The chickens lay their eggs and the eggs hatch into other chickens, which then lay eggs.”

“He inherited from his mother's stories the fundamental style he used, unaltered, in his own stories: namely, the assumption that fact may not be truth, and truth may not be factual.”

“The world of the grotesque is the darkness within us. Well before Freud and Jung shined a light on the workings of the subconscious, this correlation between darkness and our subconscious, these two forms of darkness, was obvious to people. It wasn't a metaphor, even. If you trace it back further, it wasn't even a correlation. Until Edison invented the electric light, most of the world was totally covered in darkness. The physical darkness outside and the inner darkness of the soul were mixed together, with no boundary separating the two. They were directly linked. Like this.”

“Works that have a certain imperfection to them have an appeal for that you're attracted to Soseki's The Miner. There's something in it that draws you in, more than more fully realized novels like Kokoro or Sanshiro. You discover something about that work that tugs at your heart-or maybe we should say that work discovers you.”

“I said this one day to the doctor in charge of my case, and he told me that, in a sense, what I was feeling was right, that we are in here not to correct the deformation but to accustom ourselves to it: that one of our problems was our inability to recognize and accept our own deformities. Just as each person has certain idiosyncrasies in the way he or she walks, people have idiosyncrasies in the way they think and feel and see things, …”

“Fairness is a concept that holds only in limited situations. Yet we want the concept to extend to everything, in and out of phase. From snails to hardware stores to married life. Maybe no one finds it, or even misses it, but fairness is like love. What is given has nothing to do with what we seek.”

“Where does your responsibility begin here? Wiping away the nebula from your sight, you struggle to find where you really are. You're trying to find the direction of the flow, struggling to hold on to the axis of time. But you can't locate the borderline separating dream and reality. Or even the boundary between what's real and what's possible. All you're sure of is that you're in a delicate position. Delicate-and dangerous. You're pulled along, a part of it, unable to pin down the principles of prophecy, or of logic. Like when a river overflows, washing over a town, all road signs have sunk beneath the waves. And all you can see are the anonymous roofs of the sunken houses.”

“The world would be a pretty dull place if it were made up only of the first-rate, right?”

“In a letter from Naoko, Norwegian Wood”

“You build up relationships like that one after another and before you know it you have meaning. The more connections, the deeper the meaning. Doesn't matter if it's eel, or rice bowls, or grilled fish, whatever. Get it?”

“Everybody has some one thing they do not want to lose," began the man. "You included. And we are professionals at finding out that very thing. Humans by necessity must have a midway point between their desires and their pride. Just as all objects must have a center of gravity. This is something we can pinpoint. Only when it is gone do people realize it even existed.”

“There's that kind of money in the world. It aggravates you to have it, makes you miserable to spend it, and you hate yourself when it's gone. And when you hate yourself, you feel like spending money. Except there's no money left. And no hope.”

“The basic stupidity of modern Japan is that we’ve learned absolutely nothing from our contact with other Asian peoples.”

“Money had no name of course. And if it did have a name, it would no longer be money. What gave money its true meaning was its dark-night namelessness, its breathtaking interchangeability.”

“First, about the mind. You tell me there is no fighting or hatred or desire in the Town. That this is a beautiful dream, and I do want your happiness. But the absence of fighting or hatred or desire also means the opposites do not exist either. No joy, no communion, no love. Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.”

“Seeing a lot of water like that every day is probably an important thing for human beings. For human beings might be a bit of a generalization—but I do know it’s important for one person: me. If I go for a time without seeing water, I feel like something’s slowly draining out of me. It’s probably like the feeling a music lover has when, for whatever reason, he’s separated from music for a long time. The fact that I was raised near the sea might have something to do with it.”

“You are a beautiful person, Doctor. Clearheaded. Strong. But you seem always to be dragging your heart along the ground. From now on, little by little, you must prepare yourself to face death. If you devote all of your future energy to living, you will not be able to die well. You must begin to shift gears, a little at a time. Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.”

“I watched an old American submarine movie on television. The creaking plot had the captain and first officer constantly at each other’s throat. The submarine was a fossil, and one guy had claustrophobia. But all that didn’t stop everything from working out well in the end. It was an everything-works-out-in-the-end-so-maybe-war’s-not-so-bad-after-all sort of film. One of these days they’ll be making a film where the whole human race gets wiped out in a nuclear war, but everything works out in the end.”

“I'm a very ordinary human being; I just happen to like reading books.”

“I’m not particularly interested in collecting things, but there’s one sort of running motif in my life: despite my basic indifference, objects just seem to collect around me, of their own volition.”