Prahelika

“OhGod, Maker of heaven and earth,Whogovern the world with eternal reason,
at your command time passes from the beginning. You place all things in
motion, though You are yourself without change. No external causes impelled
you to make this work from chaotic matter. Rather it was the form of the highest
good, existing within You without envy, which caused you to fashion all things
according to the eternal exemplar. You who are most beautiful produce the
beautiful world from your divine mind and, forming it in your image, You order
the perfect parts in a perfect whole.
You bind the elements in harmony so that cold and heat, dry and wet are
joined, and the purer fire does not fly up through the air, nor the earth sink
beneath the weight of water.
You release the world-soul throughout the harmonious parts of the universe
as your surrogate, threefold in its operations, to give motion to all things. . .
. . . The sight of Thee is beginning and end; one guide, leader, path, and goal.5”
― Boethius

“A Wild Sheep Chase, he says, was "the first book where I could feel a kind of sensation, the joy of telling a story. When you read a good story, you just keep reading. When I write a good story, I just keep writing”
― Haruki Murakami

“We never fight. It's true. They bicker, they sulk, but they never explode, never shout or weep,
never break a dish. It has always seemed that they haven't fought yet; that they're still too new for all out war; that whole unexplored continents lie ahead once they've worked their way through their initial negotiations and feel sufficiently certain in each other's company to really let loose. What could she have been thinking? She and Sally will soon celebrate their eighteenth anniversary together. They are a couple that never fights”
― Michael Cunningham, The Hours

“He thinks with distracted affection of himself, the young Louis Waters, who spent his youth trying to live with Richard, who was variously flattered and enraged by Richard's indefatigable worship of his arms and his ass, and who left Richard finally, forever, after a fight in the train station in Rome (had it been specifically about the letter Richard received from Clarissa, or about Louis's more general sense of exhausted interest in being the more blessed, less brilliant member?). That Louis, only twenty-eight but convinced of his advanced age and
missed opportunities, had walked away from Richard and gotten on a train that turned out to be going to Madrid. It had seemed, at the time, a dramatic but temporary gesture, and as the train steamed along
(the conductor had informed him, indignantly, where he was headed) he'd been strangely, almost
preternaturally content. He'd been free. Now he scarcely remembers his aimless days in Madrid; he does not even remember with great clarity the Italian boy (could his name actually have been Franco?) who convinced him to finally abandon the long, doomed project of loving Richard, in favor of simpler passions. What he remembers with perfect clarity is sitting on a train headed for Madrid, feeling the sort of happiness he imagined spirits might feel, freed of their earthly bodies but still
possessed of their essential selves.”
― Michael Cunningham, The Hours