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“There was nothing, really, that could stop life from continuing on, except for its opposite, and even then, it went on for everyone else.”
― Ilana Masad, Beings

“There are many ways to be seen, and the Archivist firmly believes in the importance of witnessing the past through the detritus it leaves behind, more or less preserved.”
― Ilana Masad, Beings

“When all the archetypes burst out shamelessly, we plumb Homeric profundity. Two clichés make us laugh but a hundred clichés move us because we sense dimly that the clichés are talking among themselves, celebrating a reunion.

Just as the extreme of pain meets sensual pleasure, and the extreme of perversion borders on mystical energy, so too the extreme of banality allows us to catch a glimpse of the Sublime.”
― Umberto Eco, Travels in Hyperreality

“Ah, Sir, a novel is a mirror carried along a high road. At one moment it reflects to your vision the azure skies, at another the mire of the puddles at your feet. And the man who carries this mirror in his pack will be accused by you of being immoral! His mirror shews the mire, and you blame the mirror! Rather blame that high road upon which the puddle lies, still more the inspector of roads who allows the water to gather and the puddle to form.”
― Stendhal, The Red and the Black