"When I'm back in the town in summer, I always walk the same street she walked, sit down on the stone steps of the warehouse, and gaze out to sea, all by myself. And just when I feel like crying, I never can." "That's how it goes."
“We’ll meet again somewhere,” I said. “Let’s, somewhere,” said one. “Yes, somewhere,” said the other. The words echoed in my mind a moment. The bus door banged shut, the twins waved from the window. Everything was repeating itself.
"I walked along the river to its mouth. I sat down on the last fifty yards of beach, and I cried. I never cried so much in my life. I brushed the sand from my trousers and got up, and if I had somewhere to go. The day had all but ended. I could hear the sound of waves as I started to walk."
Reality. Eventually dawn crept up on us. I watched the second hand on the alarm clock going around in real time. Little by lttle by little, onward. I knew I would stay. Seven o'clock came, and summer morning light eased through the windoow, casting a skewed rectangle on the floor. "Yumiyoshi," I whispered. "It's morning."
"The more the momories of Naoko inside me fade, the more deeply I am able to understand her. I know, too, why she saked me not to forget her. Naoko herself knew, of course. She knew thet my memories of her would fade. Which is precisely why she begged me never to forget her, to remember that she had existed."
"The thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow. Because Naoko never loved me."
"From now on - no matter what - you've got to be the world's toughest 15-year-old. That's the only way you're going to survive. And in order to do that, you've got to figure what it means to be tough."
Let's start with the town, where Haruki grew up and his stories came from. The sea out in front, hills behind, and right next door, major port.
Hanshinkan, the area between Osaka and Kobe, was a comfy place to spend Haruki's boyhood to the adolescent period.
Of his middle-school years, Murakami has written that all he remembers is being beaten by his teachers. He didn't like them and they didn't like him because he wouldn't study.
Young Haruki would often hear his parents discussing eighth-century poetry or medieval war takes at the dinner table. Haruki said, “Throughout my teens I became hate ‘Japanese literature’ and ‘teachers’.”
Haruki was permitted to buy books on credit at the local bookstore, as long as he avoided comic books or trashy weekly magazines, and he became a voracious reader.
Haruki would play Mahjongg almost every day, fool around with girls, spend hours in jazz cafés and cinemas, smoke, skip school, read novels during class, and so forth, but his grades were never terrible.
"The town has deep hold on me; almost all my memories are tied up with the place. Yet the spring I left town to enter university, I let out a sigh of relief from the bottom of my heart,"Haruki said in his novel.
"The road by the river had been one of my favorites. I could walk at the same speed as the river. I could feel it breathing. It was alive. The town belonged to the river from the very beginning, and it would always be the way."
In his novels and essays, Murakami expressed his deep emotional attachment to the sea that was close to him throughout his adolescence years.