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“You think there’s some nobility in being above anger?” Sang asked.
“Anger is a kind of fear. And fear saved you. When the world was all kneecaps and corners of coffee tables, fear kept you safe.”

“What I want to say is that I was happy. Not always, not even mostly. But I did know real, deep joy. Maybe everyone gets a certain amount to use up over a lifetime, and I just used my lifetime’s allotment especially quickly, with Leila. But I don’t think it was a tragedy, my life. Tragedies are relentless. Nobody could ask for more than what I’ve had.”

“If the mortal sin of the suicide is greed, to hoard stillness and calm for yourself while dispersing your riotous internal pain among all those who survive you, then the mortal sin of the martyr must be pride, the vanity, the hubris to believe not only that your death could mean more than your living, but that your death could mean more than death itself—which, because it is inevitable, means nothing.”

“It feels so American to discount dreams because they’re not built of objects, of things you can hold and catalogue and then put in a safe. Dreams give us voices, visions, ideas, mortal terrors, and departed beloveds. Nothing counts more to an individual, or less to an empire.”

“‘…Maybe part of it is just wanting my tiny little life to have something of scale. For the stakes to matter … For my having-lived to matter.’

Orkideh smiled, placed her hand on Cyrus’s…

‘We won’t grow old together, Cyrus. But can’t you feel this mattering? Right now? … It matters to me. Know that. It matters deeply.’”

“In Iran it was called taarof, the elaborate and almost entirely unspoken choreography of etiquette that directs every social interaction.”

“‘Expendable’ may seem a bad word to use to describe your own life, except I actually find it liberating. The way it vents away all pressure to become. How it asks only that you be.”

“…it’s lonely here in the future
with all our drugs and knowing…”

“What was there to complain about? A murdered wife? A sore back? The wrong grade copper? Living happened till it didn’t. There was no choice in it. To say no to a new day would be unthinkable. So each morning you said yes, then stepped into the consequence.”

“There’s no difference to the outside world between a good guy and a bad guy behaving like a good guy. In fact, I think God loves that second guy a little more.”

“…Everything didn’t have to be as complex as Zee constantly made it…Sometimes, life was just what happened. What accumulated.”

“To decide was to act.”

“I have come to a belief in the reincarnation of Man in his evolution toward perfection. It seems to me that though my ideas are born out of the past, yet they reach me perfected. They come to me full-blown on the cosmic tide, all ancient errors smoothed away.”

“Some of my favorite conversations are when people and I disagree about songs. Even if those conversations don’t leave either party with a new opinion, they usually give you a deeper understanding of yourself and the music you’re talking about.”

“For if he does not know the bad, neither will he know the good when the same topic is being discussed.” - Socrates

“Thank you to God for making the major chord and man for making the minor chord”