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Haruki Murakami

"The world is full of ways and means to waste time."

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"The world is full of ways and means to waste time."

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Amber Hurdle

"She may have been among them but she could never be one of them. She was without inclusion for-as-much as she was not "one of the girls" and she wasn't "one of the guys." She was an outsider gazing in, endlessly comfortless, while they wished they had what it took to be less like the others and more like her."

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Amber Hurdle

"The image of God is in every human."

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Amber Hurdle

"When we speak, dress, and think like others, we live with the goal of achieving the approval they have."

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Amber Hurdle

"I'm not abnegation, I'm not dauntless, I am Divergent."

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Amber Hurdle

"I feel like how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you do. And I got so backwards, trying to make myself matter to him. All this time, there were real things to care about: real, good people who care about me, and this place. It's so easy to get stuck. You just get caught in being something, being special or cool or whatever, to the point where you don't even know why you need it; you just think you do."

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Amber Hurdle

"Your original self is worth more than your imitation of someone else."

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Amber Hurdle

"Without accepting ourselves, we try to meet requirements of society and do everything to be accepted."

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Amber Hurdle

"Find yourself, who are you?Choose yourself, who can you be?Define yourself to find your destination."

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Amber Hurdle

"It's not the appearance that makes a man, it's the man that makes an appearance."

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"Something will work out tomorrow, I thought. And if not, then tomorrow I'll do some thinking. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on."
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"When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly."
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"It seemed unreasonable, unfair, that a woman so young and beautiful should be so exhausted. Of course, it was neither unreasonable nor unfair. Exhaustion pays no mind to age and beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods."
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"But like a boat with a twisted rudder, I kept coming back to the same place. I wasn't going anywhere. I was myself, waiting on the shore for me to return. Was that so depressing?Who knows? Maybe that was 'despair.' What Turgenev called 'disillusionment.' Or Dostoyevsky, 'hell.' Or Somerset Maugham, 'reality.' Whatever the label, I figured it was me."
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"I am 55 years old now. It takes three years to write one book. I don't know how many books I will be able to write before I die. It is like a countdown. So with each book I am praying - please let me live until I am finished."
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"Like Naokuo, I'm not really sure what it means to love another person. Though she meant it a little differently. I do want to try my best though. I have to, or else I won't know where to go. Like you said before, Naoko and I have to save each other. It's the only was for us to be saved!"
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"The most important thing we ever learn at school is the fact that the most important things can't be learned at school."
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"I think most readers would say the same. Most would choose Midori. And the protagonist, of course, chooses her in the end. But some part of him is always in the other world and he cannot abandon it. It's a part of him, an essential part. All human beings have a sickness in their minds. That space is a part of them."
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"At some point the future becomes reality. And then it quickly becomes the past."
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"It was""how shall I put it?""a painfully solitary building. Let me explain. Say we have a concept. It goes without saying that there will be slight exceptions to that norm. Now, over time these exceptions spread like stains until finally they form a separate concept. To which other exceptions crop up. It was that kind of building, some ancient life form that had evolved blindly, toward who knows what end."
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