Kay Dick > Quotes

“I think that it is right and renewing to remember acts of love because, in the relative brevity of our lives, there is not time enough for loving. Until I brought myself back to recall that exuberant pleasure, I had almost forgotten about it, placed it, as I said, on the shelf, somewhere in my memory. One should be less mean with one’s memory of love, bring it out now and then, let it glow inside one as a positive element of our experiences to be cherished and to be grateful for. It is all too easy in troubled and preoccupied times to forget the blessings.”
― Kay Dick, The Shelf

“[...] Love is unsocial, inadmissible, contagious. [...] It admits communication. Grief for lost love is the worse offence, indictable. It suggests love has value, understanding, generosity, happiness. Tessa is an extreme case. She flaunts it with pride.”
― Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease

“The day was light-hearted. A wind, slight and soft on the skin, enhanced rather than reduced the sun’s warmth. Plumes of foaming waves surfaced like fresh paint on the sea. A day for falling in love.”
― Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease

“It was no good listening for footsteps; they wore no shoes.”
― Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease

“Non-conformity is an illness. We’re possible sources of contagion.”
― Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease

“We’re offered opportunities to,” he gave a slight chuckle, “integrate. Refusal is recorded as hostility.”
― Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease

“Communication is not encouraged.”
― Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease

“I wondered what I had seen that afternoon and not noticed.”
― Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease

“If we lack choice we lack everything.”
― Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease

“Destruction doesn’t count. One can always create again.”
― Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease

“[...] the sightseers prefer concrete. Think of their passion for marinas, not for boats, but for the car parks, the amusement parks, the proliferation of restaurants and blocks of high-tower apartments. They like to see the sea pulverized out of its natural area by concrete. They dislike the beaches for the same reasons; bathing in the sea is too uneasy a freedom, they prefer swimming pools. They like nothing better than to sit in their cars and look at the sea from the safe harbour of a monstrous marina complex”
― Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease

“They lose the touch of keeping in touch. That’s and art in itself.”
― Kay Dick, They: A Sequence of Unease