Gabriel

“One's thought patterns become different, he said, when forced into the confines of a rigid and unfamiliar tongue. Certain common ides become inexpressible; other, previously undreamt-of ones spring to life, finding miraculous new articulation. I can only say that an incendium is in its nature entirely different from the feu with which a Frenchman lights his cigarette, and both are very different from the stark, inhuman pur that the Greeks knew, the pur that roared from the towers of Ilion or leapt and screamed on that desolate, windy beach, from the funeral pyre of Patroklos.”
― Dona Tartt

“After all, the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great. To escape the cognitive mode of experience, to transcend the accident of one's moment of being.”
― dona tartt