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“How does one hate a country, or love one? Tibe talks about it; I lack the trick of it. I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one mustn't make a virtue of it, or a profession... Insofar as I love life, I love the hills of the Domain of Estre, but that sort of love does not have a boundary-line of hate. And beyond that, I am ignorant, I hope.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

“Olive. . . knows that loneliness can kill people - in different ways can actually make you die. Olive's private view is that life depends on what she thinks of as "big bursts" and "little bursts". Big bursts are things like marriage or children, intimacies that keep you afloat, but these big bursts hold dangerous, unseen currents. Which is why you need the little bursts as well: a friendly clerk at Bradlee's, let's say, or the waitress at Dunkin' Donuts who knows how you like your coffee. Tricky business, really.”
― Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge

“Никогда не становись убежденным человеком, не делай выводов, не рассуждай и старайся быть как можно более простым. И помни, что самое большое счастье на земле - это думать, что ты хоть что-нибудь понял из окружающей тебя жизни. Ты не поймешь, тебе будет только казаться, что ты понимаешь; а когда вспомнишь об этом через несколько времени, то увидишь, что понимал неправильно. А еще через год или два убедишься, что и второй раз ошибался. И так без конца. И все-таки это самое главное и самое интересное в жизни.”
― Gaito Gazdanov, An Evening with Claire

“If creative fiction writing is a process of translating an abstraction into the concrete, there are three possible grades of such writing: translating an old (known) abstraction (theme or thesis) through the medium of old fiction means (that is, characters, events or situations used before for that same purpose, that same translation) -- this is most of the popular trash; translating an old abstraction through new, original fiction means -- this is most of the good literature; creating a new, original abstraction and translating it through new, original means. This, as far as I know, is only me -- my kind of fiction writing.”
― Ayn Rand

“For a terrifying moment I thought he was going to hug me, but fortunately we both remembered we were English just in time. Still, it was a close call.”
― Ben Aaronovitch, Moon Over Soho

“Oh, if I could choose,” said Mabel, “of course I’d marry a brigand, and live in his mountain fastness, and be kind to his captives and help them to escape and-“ “You’ll be a real treasure to your husband.” said Gerald.”
― E. Nesbit, The Enchanted Castle

“Don't bother about believing it, if you don't like it,' said the Princess. 'It doesn't so much matter what you believe as what I am.”
― E. Nesbit, The Enchanted Castle

“I don't understand," says Gerald, alone in his third- class carriage, "how railway trains and magic can go on at the same time."

And yet they do.”
― E. Nesbit, The Enchanted Castle

“When you are young so many things are difficult to believe, and yet the dullest people will tell you that they are true--such things, for instance, as that the earth goes round the sun, and that it is not flat but round. But the things that seem really likely, like fairy-tales and magic, are, so say the grown-ups, not true at all. Yet they are so easy to believe, especially when you see them happening. And, as I am always telling you, the most wonderful things happen to all sorts of people, only you never hear about them because the people think that no one will believe their stories, and so they don't tell them to anyone except me. And they tell me, because they know that I can believe anything.”
― E. Nesbit, The Enchanted Castle

“I've not got much money, but I've got heaps of ideas.”
― E. Nesbit, The Enchanted Castle

“Everything was pleasant that day somehow. There are days like that, you know, when everything goes well from the very beginning; all the things you want are in their places, nobody misunderstands you, and all that you do turns out admirably.”
― E. Nesbit, The Enchanted Castle

“There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realise that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realise, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, [...]”
― Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

“You cannot change what you are, only what you do.”
― Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass

“Hely’s feelings didn’t run very deep; he lived in sunny shallows where it was always warm and bright.”
― Donna Tartt, The Little Friend

“When you are learning how to do something, you do not have to worry about whether or not you are good at it. But when you have done something, have learned how to do it, you are not safe any more. Being an expert opens you up to judgement.”
― Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

“We carry the lives we've imagined as we carry the lives we have, and sometimes a reckoning comes of all the lives we have lost.”
― Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

“Old England is an imaginary place, a landscape built from words, woodcuts, films, paintings, picturesque engravings. It is a place imagined by people, and people do not live very long or look very hard. We are very bad at scale. The things that live in the soil are too small to care about; climate change too large to imagine. We are bad at time too. We cannot remember what lived here before we did; we cannot love what is not. Nor can we imagine what will be different when we are dead. We live out our three score and ten, and tie our knots and lines only to ourselves. We take solace in pictures, and we wipe the hills of history.”
― Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

“You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realise, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, though you can put your hand out to where things were and feel that tense, shining dullness of the space where the memories are.”
― Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

“What happens to the mind after bereavement makes no sense until later. Even as I watched I’d half-realised Prideaux was a figure I’d picked out for a father. But what I should have realised, too, on those northern roads, is that what the mind does after losing one’s father isn’t just to pick new fathers from the world, but pick new selves to love them with.”
― Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

“When you choose one way out of many, all the ways you don't take are snuffed out like candles, as if they'd never existed.”
― Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

“Iorek Byrnison: Can is not the same as must.
Lyra Silvertongue: But if you must and you can, then there's no excuse.”
― Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

“For a human being, nothing comes naturally,' said Grumman. 'We have to learn everything we do.”
― Philip Pullman, The Subtle Knife

“Вскакиваю рывком – если б только я мог перестать думать, мне стало бы легче. Мысли – вот от чего особенно муторно… Они еще хуже, чем плоть. Тянутся, тянутся без конца, оставляя какой-то странный привкус. А внутри мыслей – слова, оборванные слова, наметки фраз, которые возвращаются снова и снова: «Надо прекра… я суще… Смерть… Маркиз де Роль умер… Я не… Я суще…» Крутятся, крутятся, и конца им нет. Это хуже всего – потому что тут я виновник и соучастник. К примеру, эта мучительная жвачка-мысль: «Я СУЩЕСТВУЮ», ведь пережевываю ее я. Я сам. Тело, однажды начав жить, живет само по себе. Но мысль – нет; это я продолжаю, развиваю ее. Я существую. Я мыслю о том, что я существую! О-о, этот длинный серпантин, ощущение того, что я существую, – это я сам потихоньку его раскручиваю… Если бы я мог перестать мыслить! Я пытаюсь, что-то выходит – вроде бы голова наполнилась туманом… и вот опять все начинается сызнова: «Туман… Только не мыслить… Не хочу мыслить… Я мыслю о том, что не хочу мыслить. Потому что это тоже мысль». Неужто этому никогда не будет конца?
Моя мысль – это я: вот почему я не могу перестать мыслить. Я существую, потому что мыслю, и я не могу помешать себе мыслить. Вот даже в эту минуту – это чудовищно – я существую ПОТОМУ, что меня приводит в ужас, что я существую. Это я, Я САМ извлекаю себя из небытия, к которому стремлюсь: моя ненависть, мое отвращение к существованию – это все разные способы ПРИНУДИТЬ МЕНЯ существовать, ввергнуть меня в существование. Мысли, словно головокруженье, рождаются где-то позади, я чувствую, как они рождаются где-то за моим затылком… стоит мне сдаться, они окажутся прямо передо мной, у меня между глаз – и я всегда сдаюсь, и мысль набухает, набухает, и становится огромной, и, заполнив меня до краев, возобновляет мое существование.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

“I always thought eating was a ridiculous activity anyway. I'd get out of it myself if I could, though you've got to do it to stay alive, they tell me.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Edible Woman

“What a moron I was to think you were sweet and innocent, when it turns out you were actually college-educated the whole time!”
― Margaret Atwood, The Edible Woman

“They had been pathetically eager to have the wedding in the family church. Their reaction though, as far as she could estimate the reactions of people who were now so remote from her, was less elated glee than a quiet, rather smug satisfaction, as though their fears about the effects of her university education, never stated but aways apparent, had been calmed at last. They had probably been worried she would turn into a high-school teacher or a maiden aunt or a dope addict or a female executive, or that she would undergo some shocking physical transformation, like developing muscles and a deep voice or growing moss.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Edible Woman

“...she was afraid of losing her shape, spreading out, not being able to contain herself any longer, beginning (that would be worst of all) to talk a lot, to tell everybody, to cry.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Edible Woman

“I found myself remembering the day in kindergarten when the teachers showed us Dumbo, and I realized for the first time that all the kids in the class, even the bullies, rooted for Dumbo, against Dumbo's tormentors. Invariably they laughed and cheered, both when Dumbo succeeded and when bad things happened to his enemies. But they're you, I thought to myself. How did they not know? They didn't know. It was astounding, an astounding truth. Everyone thought they were Dumbo.”
― Elif Batuman, The Idiot

“An amazing sight, someone you’re infatuated with trying to fish something out of a jeans pocket.”
― Elif Batuman, The Idiot

“But the Beatles turned out to be one of the things you couldn’t avoid, like alcohol, or death.”
― Elif Batuman, The Idiot