'You said you're going far away', Tamaru said. 'How far away are we talking about?' 'It's a distance that can't be measured.' 'Like the distance that separates one person's heart from another's.'

I'm a simple system, a simple system with complex details.

With facts what's important is their weight and accuracy. Warmth is secondary.

The moon was as taciturn as ever. But it was no longer alone.

Sleep, and then wake up. What kind of world will be there tomorrow?

There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.

That's what the world is, after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.

There are some things you can't buy no matter how much you pay, Aomame thought. For example, the moon.

No one could unlock the heart of the moon. Aomame raised her glass to the moon and asked, 'Have you gone to bed with someone in your arms lately?' The moon did not answer. 'Do you have friends?' she asked. The moon did not answer. 'Don't you get tired of always playing it cool?' The moon did not answer.

This world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.

1Q84 - that's what I'll call this new world. Q is for 'question mark'. A world that bears a question.

My life is a trunk stuffed with dirty laundry. It contains more than enough to drive any one human being to mental aberration - maybe two or three people's worth. My sex life alone would do. It's nothing I could talk about to anyone.

You can have tons of talent, but it won't necessarily keep you fed. If you have sharp instincts, though, you'll never go hungry.

But his promise had not sunk deep roots in his brain. One rainfall was all it took to wash them out.

These dates were engraved in her mind, but as soon as she recalled them, they lost all meaning.

But the thoughts would not go away. The images came to her one after another and with great vividness. The summer night, the narrow bed, the faint smell of perspiration. The words they spoke. The feelings that would not take the form of words. Forgotten promises. Unrealized hopes. Frustrated longings.

Don't let appearance fool you. There's always only one reality.

Please remember: things are not what they seem.

This novel is a riddle and a maze. Unlike anything else you've read.

Keep true to the rare music in your heart, to the marvelous and unique form that is and shall always be nothing else but you. Keep to that and you can do no wrong.

Stars to live by.
Stars to steer by.
Stars to die by.

Is it possible to love something so much, you imagine it wants to destroy you only because it has denied you?

Do you know what it's like to wake up from a dream you haven't seen?

People always demand experts, though sometimes they are fortunate enough to find a beginner.

Day 1: 18:38
Where are you Mr. Monster, you stinking bastard? Sleeping on the job?

Day 1: 15:46
Okay, Mr. Monster. I know you're there and you're planning to eat me and there's nothing I can do about that, but I should warn you I've lived for years on fast food, greasy fries, more than a few polyurethane shakes. I smoke a lot of weed too. Got a pair of lungs blacker than road tar. My point being, Mr. Monster, I don't taste so good.

Day 1: 12:06
I'm cold, I'm scared shitless, and I feel like I'm about to be eaten alive at any moment.
Otherwise, I'd say I'm fine.

And if one day you find yourself passing by that HOUSE, don't stop, don't slow down, just keep going. There's nothing there. Beware.

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