Abhiraj

“He had anticipated this and had tried to indicate to her long before how she must look at love; it was tapestry and art; the sorrow of it, the loss of it, should be part of the intelligence, and even a sad romance would be worth more than any simple bovine happiness.”
― Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss

“The context for hope is radical uncertainty; anything could happen, and whether we act or not has everything to do with it.”
― Andreas Malm, How to Blow Up a Pipeline

“In reality, the true painter, as you know, possesses within himself—in his muscles, his sensibility, even in his thinking—the golden number or numbers and the laws of color; he possesses them, he has earned them, he makes them live through everything he experiences and sees, not just on the canvas: his work is therefore both useful and universal.”
― René Daumal, A Night of Serious Drinking

“I listened to her string of non sequiturs, entranced. I understood what she was telling us. There was no coherence. Nothing led to anything else. There were only jagged moments of half comprehension. Nothing could be known. We were all incomplete, unfinished. That was life until completed by death. And none of us could complete our own story because we would no longer be present. We were all frozen in our railway carriages waiting for another to finish our tale, to complete us, if anyone cared to do so. Otherwise, unfinishedness was our inescapable fate.”
― Salman Rushdie, The Eleventh Hour: A Quintet of Stories