Happy 65th Birthday Haruki Murakami.
If you have a wish – one wish, I’ll make it come true. That is the kind of birthday present I can give you. But you had better think about it very carefully, because I can give you only one.” He raised one finger into the air. “Just one. You can’t change your mind afterward and take it back.”
- Birthday Girl
[Let me sleep, she thought. Just let me sleep.] And wait for the dream to come.
They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them.
I never once thought about how I was going to die,” she tells Miyake. “I can’t think about it. I do not even know how I am going to live.
My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. “Hold tight,” I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.
Happy 64th Birthday Murakami-san.
"Happy Birthday," he said. "May you live a rich and fruitful life, and may there be nothing to cast dark shadows on it." (Birthday Girl from Birthday Stories)
All names fade away, of course. There are those whose names fade the minute they die. There are those who go out like an old television set, leaving snow flickering across the screen, until suddenly one day it burns out completely. And then there are those whose names fade even before they die.
I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.