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    Haruki Murakami
    “Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.”
    Haruki Marukami

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    Haruki Murakami
    “But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #3
    Haruki Murakami
    “A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #4
    And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.
    “And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.”
    John Steinbeck, East of Eden

  • #5
    Frank Herbert
    “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

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    Ray Bradbury
    “Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal.
    And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping it's life away.
    To hell with that," he said, "shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #7
    Haruki Murakami
    “In the silence of the woods it felt like I could hear the passage of time, of life passing by. One person leaves, another appears. A thought flits away and another takes its place. One image bids farewell and another one appears on the scene. As the days piled up, I wore out, too, and was remade. Nothing stayed still. And time was lost. Behind me, time became dead grains of sand, which one after another gave way and vanished. I just sat there in front of the hole, listening to the sound of time dying.”
    Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore



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