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“It is commonly said that despair drives people towards death. In fact, it renders death worthless. The despairing may stumble upon death, perhaps, but it is an event without meaning.”
― The Fourth Island
― The Fourth Island
“This world — this planet — is very big. Space takes up time, and time, I suppose, takes up space. We did not think very much about planets at home. At least, I did not, nor anyone I knew. They know more here. I am not sure what good it does them. I doubt I would understand whatever explanations they might offer for what happens to us, and as explaining isn’t changing, it makes no difference. The”
― Two Travelers
― Two Travelers
“As awful as it had been, their exchange hung on in her mind as a model of what can happen, of what had almost never happened at any other point in her life: that two different people see each other and help each other, while carrying on being themselves. If”
― Two Travelers
― Two Travelers
“That was the way it was with languages, Eyvind had observed once he left home and realized how many there were: some he could see into and some he could not. Listening to them was like looking down into a stream. Sometimes the water was muddy and sometimes clear.”
― All the Horses of Iceland
― All the Horses of Iceland
“What does a ghost have to do with religion?” asked Eyvind. “Death is the other half of life. It happens to everyone. It makes no matter what gods they believe in.”
― All the Horses of Iceland
― All the Horses of Iceland
“While Eyvind never became a literate man, he saw as he went on that books contained words that could transform men into priests and kings and healers.”
― All the Horses of Iceland
― All the Horses of Iceland
“Euphemism is the cheapest metaphor
In the aisle of the dollar store
Along with the headless Barbies and obscure bits of bright plastic.”
― The Art of Dying (Volume 41)
In the aisle of the dollar store
Along with the headless Barbies and obscure bits of bright plastic.”
― The Art of Dying (Volume 41)




