Andrew Miller > Quotes

“Unless you had grown up beside a person from the beginning, had breathed the same air, there was too much about that life you would never be able to explain. You had to love, if you loved at all, as an act of faith, uncomprehendingly”
― Andrew Miller

“Let this be the answer, then. He will simply follow the world. The world, the things of the world, will prompt him. He will do what they suggest. It will not matter if he can name them or not. He will be like a child running after a ball bouncing down steps. Perhaps that is what he always did. He cannot quite remember.”
― Andrew Miller, Pure / Now We Shall Be Entirely Free

“[...]l'uomo non invecchia gradualmente - di un tanto all'ora, di un tanto al giorno - bensì a folate, e che quella notte[...]aveva patito una di tali folate, e ne era stato sospinto -[...]- più vicino di qualche metro alla compagnia dei suoi avi, di quella marmaglia. [...]”
― Andrew Miller, Casanova

“She has a small but effective range of facial
Expressions, all of them faintly unsettling.


Sometimes, when squalls of pity ...


Pure”
― Andrew Miller

“She pressed the chrome 'off' button, then stood a moment - when had this become a habit? - watching the dot at the centre of the screen pulse like a small heart or a failing star until, with a suddenness she could never quite anticipate, it blinked into absence.”
― Andrew Miller

“he might visit his old teacher, Perronet, ask for something decent, something small, something that does not place him at the disposal of men he does not respect, who do not respect him . . .”
― Andrew Miller

“It is a mistake to travel in the hope of solving one's problems. One merely transports them and is thus forced to endure them among strangers.”
― Andrew Miller

“now she is in that pure last sleep before waking, her breathing no louder than if someone brushed a fingertip, to and fro, slowly on the linen.”
― Andrew Miller, Pure

“[...] Grazie a Dio, nel mondo esisteva ancora la grande Repubblica dei Gentiluomini. Una volta caduta anche quella, sarebbero rimasti soltanto barbari e donne. [...]”
― Andrew Miller, Casanova

“[...]《È così la morte?》chiese Casanova [...] 《Un giorno ci si dimentica di respirare, di dire al cuore di battere, al sangue di scorrere?》《Lo e solo per metà, signore, giacchè se la morte è un dimenticare è anche un ricordare. 》[...]”
― Andrew Miller, Casanova

“Strength is weakness rearranged, a rope plaited from grass.”
― Andrew Miller:

“[...]Bisogna sempre guardare le cose dall'alto. Perché prendersela?[...]”
― Andrew Miller, Casanova

“The Christians are not separated from other men by earthly abode, by language, or by customs. They dwell nowhere in cities by themselves, they do not use a different language, or affect a singular mode of life. They dwell in the cities of the Greeks, and of the barbarians, each where his lot has been cast: and while they conform to the usages of the country, in respect to dress, food, and other things pertaining to the outward life, they yet show a peculiarity of conduct wonderful and striking to all. They obey the existing laws, and conquer the laws by their own living."*”
― Andrew Miller, Short Papers on Church History

“For a while she sits there looking towards the uncurtained window, then wipes the sweat from under her breasts with the blades of her hand.”
― Andrew Miller

“He wonders how much a man's life is the story he tells himself about himself”
― Andrew Miller, Pure

“Nights are like the bottom of somewhere, a kind of seabed. As for the days, they have a cunning of their own.”
― Andrew Miller

“It was the moment he had given up trying to understand them, for unless you had grown up beside a person from the beginning, had breathed the same air, there was too much about that life you would never be able to explain. You had to love, if you loved at all, as an act of faith, uncomprehendingly.”
― Andrew Miller, Oxigeno/ Oxygen

“Nobody gets away with anything. Or perhaps it's just the women who don't.”
― Andrew Miller

“She pressed the chrome "off" button, then stood a moment -- when had THIS become a habit ? -- watching the dot at the centre of the scrren pulse like a small heart or a failing star until, with a suddenness she could never quite anticipate, it blinked into absence.”
― Andrew Miller