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“Nothing so reminds you like the sea that the enemy of life is not death but loneliness.”
― The Navigator of New York
― The Navigator of New York
“You are, Devlin, too young to understand how rare a thing true love is, how unlikely in this world to happen, and when it does, how unlikely to endure. And once it is lost, how hard to live without.”
― The Navigator of New York
― The Navigator of New York
“I exhausted myself trying to take it all in, noting every little variation and departure from how things were supposed to be. My notion of home and everything in it as ideal, archetypal, was being overthrown. It was as though the definitions of all the words in my vocabulary were expanding at once.
Cape Breton was much like Newfoundland, yet everything seemed slightly off. Light, colours, surface textures, dimensions – objects like telegraph poles, fence posts, mail boxes, which you would think would be the same everywhere, were bigger or smaller or wider by a hair than they were back home. That I was able to detect such subtle differences made me realize how circumscribed my life had been, how little of the world I had seen.”
― The Colony of Unrequited Dreams
Cape Breton was much like Newfoundland, yet everything seemed slightly off. Light, colours, surface textures, dimensions – objects like telegraph poles, fence posts, mail boxes, which you would think would be the same everywhere, were bigger or smaller or wider by a hair than they were back home. That I was able to detect such subtle differences made me realize how circumscribed my life had been, how little of the world I had seen.”
― The Colony of Unrequited Dreams
“You’re not an artist, you’re not a scientist, you’re not an intellectual. All that’s left to you is politics.”
― The Colony of Unrequited Dreams
― The Colony of Unrequited Dreams
“I dreamt of two opposing settlements of trenches filled with men who crawled about like rats below the ground and at intervals swarmed out of their trenches in the hope of claiming the closest enemy trench of their own. The front-line trench kept changing hands. Control of it might have been the sole object of the war.
The history of humankind has led to this. This is how men created in God's image and possessed of free will thought it best to spend their time. The most prized thing in all of creation was a trench dug in the mud.”
― The Custodian of Paradise
The history of humankind has led to this. This is how men created in God's image and possessed of free will thought it best to spend their time. The most prized thing in all of creation was a trench dug in the mud.”
― The Custodian of Paradise
“And I had loved her, I had at least once in my life been capable of that, able to escape my self long enough to love. Suddenly, the unacknowledged sorrows and blunders of my life surged up in me all at once. I thought I would be sick. I gasped, put my hand over my mouth until tears began collecting on my fingers. I took my hand away and looked at it as if I had just discovered I was bleeding.”
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