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“Man always kills the thing he loves, and so we the pioneers have killed our wilderness.”

“To love what ‘was’ is a new thing under the sun, unknown to most people and to all pigeons.”

“To be filled with hatred but unable, by one means or another, to kill is a great torment. It’s worse than desperately desiring something and coming away empty-handed. It’s a million times worse than grief. Compared to this torment, losing what we hold dearest in the world is almost a trifle.”

“It is a happy thing that time quells the longings of vengeance and hushes the promptings of rage and aversion.”

“He made me love him without looking at me.”

“She might as well have said to the fire, “Don’t burn!” But how could she divine the morbid suffering to which I was a prey?”

“Time and space became the dual torments; the dragging hours, the claustrophobic familiarity of their surroundings. Shackled to the passage of the day, they were flung into an inescapable intimacy with each feature of the place.”
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“The Middle East has changed colour yet again. The Middle East? East of what? And the Middle Ages? Middle of when? That frozen, egocentric vision of history once more. Everything depends on the point of view. And points of view, right now, have never been more fanatical or more ferocious.”

“But in private she might have admitted that sometimes the whole inexorable narrative seemed as though it had you by the nose, as if it led you relentlessly towards the people and the places waiting for you out there, invisible, unthinkable and inevitable.”
-Lucy

“One should never look at what one loves too early in the morning — the things we love are too fragile so early in the day, as fragile as the thread a spider is spinning at the edge of a wood.”

“Was it autumn darkening the spring? Was it spring bringing new life to autumn? The seasons always mislead us.”

“What is there to trust in if time is a little dog chasing its tail, if the needles of clock faces are dead insects… The wheel, in conclusion, was torturing time.”

“He had, it seemed, divined the secret of longevity. Longevity depended on peace. Peace was the source of self-assurance, and self-assurance allowed one to cleanse one’s life of needless upsets, twists and turns. Self-assurance allowed one to take decisions for the prolonging of one’s life. Self-assurance led to the future.”

“The present is the instant in which the wheel of the speeding car just barely touches the ground. And the part of the wheel that still hasn’t touched, will touch in that immediacy that absorbs the present instant and turns it into the past.”

“I see that I’ve never told you how I listen to music—I gently rest my hand on the record player and my hand vibrates, sending waves through my whole body: and so I listen to the electricity of the vibrations, the last substratum of reality’s realm, and the world trembles inside my hands.”

“Anger looked like fireworks. Love was an indistinct blur.”

“The world inside me is bigger than the world outside me”

“Women are prepared to suffer for love; it’s written into their birth certificates.”

“I think it was around this guy that I began to wonder if anything was ever going to be nice again. He never understood anything I said. He always treated me with kindly animal gentleness, but when he started telling me that his friends thought that “At last he’s found a girl intelligent enough for him” I thought, Intelligent! I was intelligent enough for him? Besides, he was too tall.”

“This is a love story and I apologize; it was inadvertent. But I want it clearly understood from the start that I don’t expect it to turn out well.”

“Rain begins to fall. Life tears open like a wound that rots and bubbles. If anyone talks to me about happiness, I swear to God I’ll break their face.”

“No brush could be fine enough to capture the richness and subtlety of her beauty.”