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“Letter 74

I still have the first letter that you wrote to me. I carry it with me like a garden in my pocket.

If you come to me at this moment
your minutes will become hours
your hours will become days
and your days will become a lifetime.

I am never sure if I am reading the letter or the letter is reading me.”
― Gregory Colbert, Ashes and Snow: A Novel in Letters

“I am not contain'd between my hat and my boots.”
― Walt Whitman

“The whales do not sing because they have an answer, they sing because they have a song.”
― Gregory Colbert

“Letter 68


A pod of whales was lying like long reclining Buddhas on the sea.
My sister and I put our ears to the bottom of the boat so we could listen to their songs.

We turned to my grandfather and asked, "What do their song mean?"

"The whales do not sing because they have an answer," he said.
"They sing because they have a song.”
― Gregory Colbert, Ashes and Snow: A Novel in Letters

“Мы так много пьем и говорим о прошлом, что добрались уже до мезозоя.”
― Лена Элтанг, Царь велел тебя повесить

“You must torment people with your artistic delight, scaring mother and grandmother in the middle of the night.”
― Sergei Paradjanov

“Never laugh at live dragons.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“Every real story is a never ending story.”
― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

“Nothing is lost. . .Everything is transformed.”
― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

“There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.”
― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

“You wish for something, you've wanted it for years, and you're sure you want it, as long as you know you can't have it. But if all at once it looks as though your wish might come true, you suddenly find yourself wishing you had never wished for any such thing.”
― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

“Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it? It lives on in Fantastica, deep under earth. There are forgotten dreams stored in many layers. The deeper one digs, the closer they are. All Fantastica rests on a foundation of forgotten dreams.”
― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

“You must let what happens happen. Everything must be equal in your eyes, good and evil, beautiful and ugly, foolish and wise.”
― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

“But that is another story and shall be told another time.”
― Michael Ende , The Neverending Story

“Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling.
And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.”
― William Blake

“What’s true of all the evils in the world is true of plague as well. It helps men to rise above themselves.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction”
― Pablo Picasso

“No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.”
― Bob Dylan

“We...we could be friends.'

We COULD be rare specimens of an exotic breed of dancing African elephants, but we're not. At least, I'M not.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“Есть я, нет меня, сражаюсь я, лежу на диване — никакой разницы. Ничего нельзя изменить, ничего нельзя исправить. Можно только устроиться — лучше или хуже. Все идёт само по себе, а я здесь ни при чем. Вот оно — ваше понимание, и больше понимать мне нечего… Вы мне лучше скажите, что я с этим пониманием должен делать?”
― Arkady Strugatsky, Град обреченный

“My mother taught me this trick: if you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning, for example homework homework homework homework homework homework homework homework homework, see? Nothing. Our existence she said is the same way. You watch the sunset too often it just becomes 6 pm you make the same mistake over and over you stop calling it a mistake. If you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up one day you’ll forget why.”
― Phil Kaye

“You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on.”
― Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable

“The past is never dead. It's not even past.”
― William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun