[b]Haruki Murakami
If you try to use your head to think about things, people don’t want to have anything to do with you.[/b]
And not just here.
The fact that I’m me and no one else is one of my greatest assets.
You know, when it’s not one of your greatest liabilities.
Huge organizations and me don’t get along. They’re too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.
Not unlike most small organizations.
People have their own reasons for dying. It might look simple, but it never is…The human mind dwells deep in darkness. Only the person himself knows the real reason, and maybe not even then.
Okay, I’ll explain to you what that means if you’ll at least admit it’s true.
Listen, Kafka. What you’re experiencing now is the motif of many Greek tragedies. Man doesn’t choose fate. Fate chooses man. That’s the basic worldview of Greek drama. And the sense of tragedy—according to Aristotle—comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonist’s weak points but from his good qualities. Do you know what I’m getting at? People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex being a great example. Oedipus is drawn into tragedy not because of laziness or stupidity, but because of his courage and honesty. So an inevitable irony results.
Fate chooses man. But only if, for example, you let it.
Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the world is made up of all kinds of people.
Let’s decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.