Haruki Murakami Quotes

The Man That Knowz Something Knowz That He Knowz Nothing At All.

If we are to know ourselves, philosophy needs to maintain an ongoing dialogue with the sciences of mind.

The object of studying philosophy is to know one's own mind, not other people's.

How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there is of the outer world.

There was a young man who said though, it seems that I know that I know, but what I would like to see is the I that knows me when I know that I know that I know.

Scott Fitzgerald said famously that "he who invented consciousness would have a lot to be blamed for." But he also forgot that without consciousness, he would have no access to true happiness or even the possibility of transcendence.

The criterion and rule of the true is to have made it. Accordingly, our clear and distinct idea of the mind cannot be a criterion of the mind itself, still less of other truths. For while the mind perceives itself, it does not make itself.

If there were nothing but thought in you, you wouldn't even know you are thinking. You would be like a dreamer who doesn't know he is dreaming. When you know you are dreaming, you are awake within the dream.

Without ego I don't know how identity works, I don't know... I need to sit down and re-read some philosophy or something.

Inward is not a direction. Inward is a dimension.

Thought is the thought of thought.

We are not conscious of most things until we ask ourselves questions about them.

After all, all knowledge simply means self-knowledge.

Self awareness is NOT just a bunch of amino acids bumping together.

We use concepts like "consciousness"---"mind"---"personality," but we don't really know yet what these things are.' He was shaking his head. 'Not really. Not at all.

I am the thought you are now thinking.

I secretly think reality exists so we can speculate about it.

Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself.

I was saying earlier that it's really strange - you can almost step outside yourself and observe yourself running, and that's what I was doing.

I think and that is all that I am.

You don't really see yourself doing things, of course, but you feel.

I know nothing, except the fact of my ignorance.

I know that I am intelligent, because I know that I know nothing.

At times I think and at times I am.

Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.