This is a shorter novel and the ending is somewhat open and enigmatic....I also really love the sense of space and loneliness.
pg. 16 "A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side."
pg. 21 "Miu hardly ever touched novels. I never can get it out of my mind that it's all made up, she explained, so I just can't feel any empathy for the characters."
pg. 27 "The time of day when the roosters haven't even started crowing. When this pitiful moon is hanging there in the corner of the eastern sky like a used up kidney."
pg. 64 "Her voice was like a line from an old black and white Jean Luc Godard movie, filtering in just beyond the frame of my consciousness."
pg. 67 "There's a great line by Groucho Marx, 'She's so in love with me she doesn't know anything. That's why she's in love with me.'"
pg. 98 "Do you know what 'Sputnik' means in Russian? 'Traveling Companion.' I looked it up in a dictionary not long ago. Kind of a strange coincidence if you think about it. I wonder why the Russians gave their satellite that strange name. It's just a poor little lump of metal, spinning around the earth'"
pg. 117 "Ant it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in he end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment, In the next instant we;d be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing."
pg. 133 "Consigning my fate to the clouds."
pg. 136 "I conceive a dream, a sightless fetus called understanding, floating in the universal, overwhelming amniotic fluid of incomprehension. Which must be why my novels are absurdly long and , up till now at least, never reach a proper conclusion."
pg. 143 "Every story has a time to be told, I convinced her. Otherwise, you'll forever be a prisoner to the secret inside you."
pg. 193 "You know what I'd really like to do the most right now? Climb up to the top of some high place like the pyramids. The highest place I can find. Where you can see forever. Stand on the very top, look all around the world, see all the scenery, and see with my own eyes what's been lost from the world. I don't know...Maybe I really don't want to see that. Maybe I don't want to see anything anymore."
pg. 207 "Maybe, in some distant place, everything is already, quietly lost. Or at least there exists a place where everything can disappear, melting together in a single, overlapping figure. And as we live our lives we discover-drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each-what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding on to them Knowing all the while that their lives are fleeting.
I read this for the first time before 1Q84 was released and found it very easily going to the top of the list for favorite Murakami novels. The theme of other selves is very prominent as is other worlds but this is, to my knowledge, the only time Murakami has really explored the erotic love of one woman for another. His books tend to focus on heterosexuals so I found this very interesting.