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“You have to be with other people, he thought. In order to live at all. I mean before they came here I could stand it... But now it has changed. You can't go back, he thought. You can't go from people to nonpeople." - J.R. Isidore”
― Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
― Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
“ভেবে-চিন্তে অগ্রপশ্চাৎ বিবেচনা করে বই কেনে সংসারী লোক। পাঁড় পাঠক বই কেনে প্রথমে দাঁত-মুখ খিঁচিয়ে, তারপর চেখে চেখে সুখ করে করে, এবং সর্বশেষে সে কেনে ক্ষ্যাপার মত, এবং চুর হয়ে থাকে মধ্যিখানে। এই একমাত্র ব্যসন, একমাত্র নেশা যার দরুন সকালবেলা চোখের সামনে সারে সারে গোলাপি হাতি দেখতে হয় না, লিভার পচে পটল তুলতে হয় না।”
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“People tend to ask too many questions in love,and once you begin really wanting to know the answers,love is on its way out.”
― The Night in Lisbon
― The Night in Lisbon
“My house says to me, "Do not leave me, for here dwells your past."
And the road says to me, "Come and follow me, for I am your future."
And I say to both my house and the road, "I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going. Only love and death will change all things.”
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And the road says to me, "Come and follow me, for I am your future."
And I say to both my house and the road, "I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going. Only love and death will change all things.”
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“Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.”
―
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.”
―
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