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“To be honest with you, Melville, I sometimes don’t have the faintest idea what I’m trying to say with my damned allegories. I feel as if I’m writing with invisible ink.”
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[...] Even if the world presses it by, you shall have at least one avid reader who will enjoy it immensely. And I am a special reader, you must remember: I can read between the lines on the page and I see invisible ink, as well. Nothing escapes me!”
― Mark Beauregard

“He had never heard the term absolute love before. Unconditional love, yes – an equally impossible concept – but absolute? He turned it over his mind: it seemed more aggressive than grace, more demanding than acceptance, the complete opposite of resignation, something austere and grand – even literary.”
― Mark Beauregard, The Whale: A Love Story

“The only thing that was real was that thing that seemed least substansial to the senses: love. That was the grandeur of humankind - that one could willingly throw off the hard - won developments of logic and history and everything that had made human beings exceptional in the world - throw off everything in order to return to the dreamy insensibility of love, the one thing that could not be defined in material terms and therefore escaped the relentless negative calculus of entropy. Love and love alone was eternal”
― Mark Beauregard, The Whale: A Love Story

“This is how beauty must be, he thought, not pretty and safe but unbearable and blank and fierce with the horror of isolation.”
― Mark Beauregard, The Whale: A Love Story