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“Real museums are places where Time is transformed into Space.”
― Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence

“എനിക്ക് ആ ഭ്രാന്തന്റെ കാലിലെ മുറിവാകണം ..............
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ക്ലാര .. പുന്നൂസ് കോണ്ട്രാക്റ്റരുടെ ക്ലാര ... !!”
― Padmarajan

“War is peace.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“പുരികങ്ങളുടെയും കണ്ണുകളുടെയും ചുവന്ന പാതയിലെ സായാഹ്നയാത്രകളുടെയും അച്ഛാ, ഇലകൾ തുന്നിച്ചേർത്ത ഈ കൂടുവിട്ട് ഞാൻ പുറത്തേയ്ക്കു പോവുകയാണ്. യാത്ര.”
― O.V. Vijayan, ഖസാക്കിന്റെ ഇതിഹാസം | Khasakkinte Ithihasam | The Legends of Khasak

“Listen up - there's no war that will end all wars.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“Almost seventy years later I remember clearly how the magic of translating the words in books into images enriched my life, breaking the barriers of time and space...”
― Mario Vargas Llosa

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.”
― Albert Camus, L'Étranger

“When you start looking for purity in politics, you eventually get to unreality.”
― Mario Vargas Llosa, The Real Life of Alejandro Mayta

“ആരാണ് എന്നെ വരിഞ്ഞുകെട്ടി കയത്തിലിട്ടത് എന്ന ചോദ്യത്തിന് 'ശത്രു' എന്നുമാത്രം പറഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ അയാൾ ഉപദേശിച്ചു
'ശത്രുവിനോടു ദയ കാട്ടരുത്. ദയയിൽ നിന്ന് കൂടുതൽ കരുത്ത് നേടിയ ശത്രു വീണ്ടും നേരിടുമ്പോൾ അജയ്യനാവും. അതാണ് ഞങ്ങളുടെ നിയമം. മൃഗത്തെ വിട്ടുകളയാം. മനുഷ്യന് രണ്ടാമതൊരവസരം കൊടുക്കരുത്”
― M.T. Vasudevan Nair, രണ്ടാമൂഴം | Randamoozham

“Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they, too, fade away.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

“Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long
But at my back in a cold blast I hear
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

“My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. "Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. "What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? "I never know what you are thinking. Think." I think we are in rats' alley Where the dead men lost their bones. "What is that noise?"                              The wind under the door. "What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?"                              Nothing again nothing.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

“I am carried in my shadow
like a violin
in its black case”
― Tomas Tranströmer, For the Living and the Dead