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Ray Bradbury
“Sunsets we always liked because they only happen once and go away."
"But, Lena, that's sad."
"No, if the sunset stayed and we got bored, that would be a real sadness.”
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

Tom Stoppard
“It’s to do with knowing and being known. I remember how it stopped seeming odd that in biblical Greek knowing was used for making love. Whosit knew so-and-so. Carnal knowledge. It’s what lovers trust each other with. Knowledge of each other, not of the flesh but through the flesh, knowledge of self, the real him, the real her, in extremis, the mask slipped from the face. Every other version of oneself is on offer to the public. We share our vivacity, grief, sulks, anger, joy ... we hand it out to anybody who happens to be standing around, to friends and family with a momentary sense of indecency perhaps, to strangers without hesitation. Our lovers share us with the passing trade. But in pairs we insist that we give ourselves to each other. What selves? What’s left? What else is there that hasn’t been dealt out like a pack of cards? Carnal knowledge. Personal, final, uncompromised. Knowing, being known. I revere that. Having that is being rich, you can be generous about what’s shared – she walks, she talks, she laughs, she lends a sympathetic ear, she kicks off her shoes and dances on the tables, she’s everybody’s and it don’t mean a thing, let them eat cake; knowledge is something else, the undealt card, and while it’s held it makes you free-and-easy and nice to know, and when it’s gone everything is pain. Every single thing. Every object that meets the eye, a pencil, a tangerine, a travel poster. As if the physical world has been wired up to pass a current back to the part of your brain where imagination glows like a filament in a lobe no bigger than a torch bulb. Pain.”
Tom Stoppard, The Real Thing

“Isn't telling about something--using words, English or Japanese--already something of an invention? Isn't just looking upon this world already something of an invention? The world isn't just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn't that make life a story?”
Yann Martel, Life of Pi

Neva Micheva
“Един ден си забраних да се извинявам за неща, които не само че никого не нараняват, но и на друг не влизат в работата. Побеляването на косата ми, гражданското ми състояние, празната кесия, античният модел телефон и изборът ми на какво да се радвам не подлежат на ничий пряк или косвен контрол. Няма кой да ми попречи да се обичам. Понякога работя по толкова часове, колкото се наложи - 21 например. Цяла нощ, периодично заспивам върху клавиатурата. Понякога обаче се вдигам и отивам на кино по обяд. Е, и? На мен ми е добре, сенките под очите са мои, когато се сецна, боли моят кръст. Животът ми е посветен на това да се занимавам с любов с неща, които ме радват, и да отстранявам пречките от пътя към тях за себе си и другите. Не злословя, не завиждам, не се налагам, не се меря с никого. Колкото мога, толкова правя, това ми е мярката. Обичам да се възхищавам, любознателна съм, научих, че светът е пълен с новости, а животът е много къс - пълня си времето с обич, да не съм луда да правя друго?”
Neva Micheva, Куфарът на брат ми: истории за пътя

Julian Barnes
“Listen to them again: ‘I love you.’ Subject, verb, object: the unadorned, impregnable sentence. The subject is a short word, implying the self-effacement of the lover. The verb is longer but unambiguous, a demonstrative moment as the tongue flicks anxiously away from the palate to release the vowel. The object, like the subject, has no consonants, and is attained by pushing the lips forward as if for a kiss. ‘I love you.’ How serious, how weighted, how freighted it sounds.”
Julian Barnes, A History of the World in 10½ Chapters

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