Mina

“His mother called it wallowing in the mud, and by that Ferguson supposed she meant the mud of their unhappiness, but sinking into that unhappiness could be eerily satisfying, he discovered, as long as you sank into it as far as you could and weren’t afraid to drown, and because the tears kept pushing them back into the past, they had protected them from having to think about the future, but then one day his mother said it was time to start thinking about it, and the crying came to an end.”
― Paul Auster, 4 3 2 1

“But when all is said and done, I can’t help suspecting that grand things persist. […] I guess the point I’m trying to make is that as a species we’re just no good at writing obituaries. We don’t know how a man or his achievements will be perceived three generations from now, any more than we know what his great-great-grandchildren will be having for breakfast on a Tuesday in March. Because when Fate hands something down to posterity, it does so behind its back.”
― Amor Towles, A Gentleman in Moscow

“Και δεν θα αφήσεις ποτέ στη ζωή σου, να σε κερνάνε οι άλλοι. Κι αν αναγκαστείς, τότε να βιαστείς να το ξεπληρώσεις. Τον τόπο που κάθεσαι πρέπει να τον αγοράζεις, κι όχι να σ´ αγοράζει.”
― Σκαμπαρδώνης

“To combine the strange with the familiar: that was what Ferguson aspired to, to observe the world as closely as the most dedicated realist and yet to create a way of seeing the world through a different, slightly distorting lens, for reading books that dwelled only on the familiar inevitably taught you things you already knew, and reading books that dwelled only on the strange taught you things you didn’t need to know, and what Ferguson wanted above all else was to write stories that would make room not only for the visible world of sentient beings and inanimate things but also for the vast and mysterious unseen forces that were hidden within the seen.”
― Paul Auster, 4 3 2 1