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“my heart was zinging and slamming itself around like a bee under a glass”

“spidery distortions”

“goofy clarity of gaze”

Rainwhipped. Plinked. Daffy. Pharms.

“Like the odd, graceful preliminary to a dance step”

“Miasma of shame”

“Rapidly shrinking insides”

“Film-flam”

“by leaps and fathoms”

“a fresh shudder of nausea”

“ruddy, unfamiliar free flow of mind”

“Superstitious faultlines”

“pore and luster”

“lost in the throng”

“starry with unfamiliarity”

"Wasn't it glorious? Those red and orange sunsets? Fire and embers? Atomic, almost? Pure flame just ripping and pouring out of the sky?” ✨🌅

“Flares that beat and whirled and flashed in a quicksilver confusion”

“As he drifted cruelly — by degrees and latitudes — into stillness”

“For an instantly we were wired together and humming, like two engines on the same circuit”

“In a heart-skip of confusion”

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All seems smooth and easy — where is the obstacle?'
'Here! and here!' replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and the other on her breast. 'In whichever place the soul lives - in my soul, and in my heart, I'm convinced I'm wrong!'

'Ofcourse….. of course,' she said. 'Of course I love you. And so much. Could it be any other way? I must love you ... I certainly do. But why are you so surprised? Did you think it could be any other way? I know how much you love me... and there is no doubt that I love you just as much ...
She pulled me towards her, to cover my face with fiery kisses.

For even the most wretched and simple-minded man could be a surprise, even a fool could have a soul whose torments were a constant source of amazement. Why are we so slow to see this, and why do we assume that it is the easiest thing in the world to know and judge another? // Why do we draw our final conclusions from our first encounters with people, and happily dismiss them?

“It's always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.”

“as vivid as spectres - the air swarmed with Catherines; and rousing myself to dispel the obtrusive name”

“A riddle wrapped in an enigma”

“ "When it's raining like this," said Naoko, "it feels as if we're the only ones in the world.”

“While Naoko was speaking, her fingers unconsciously teased the tassel of the plume grass, scattering its fibres to the wind. When the shaft was bare, she wound it around her fingers.”

“”What happens when people open their hearts?"
Reiko clasped her hands together on the table, cigarette dangling from her lips. She was enjoying this. "They get better," she said. Ash dropped onto the table, but she seemed not to notice.”

“It had all started from there. I realized that if I hadn't run into Naoko on the train that Sunday in May, my life would have been very different from what it was now. But then I changed my mind: no, even if we hadn't met that day, my life might not have been any different. We were supposed to meet. If not then, some other time. I didn't have any basis for thinking this: it was just a feeling.”

"I try to say something, but all I get are the wrong words - the wrong words or the exact opposite words from what I mean. I try to correct myself, and that only makes it worse. I lose track of what I was trying to say to begin with. It's like I'm split in two and playing tag with myself. One half is chasing the other half around this big, fat post. The other me has the right words, but this me can't catch her."

“No matter where you go, when you are in a place of substance, the floor is covered with the rugs of our country. The artwork of our land. Meaning, in all these places, you are with the labor of Iranian women.

I had never thought about it that way. But as ever, my friend was making me see the smallest things in a way that made them not small things. She gave meaning to what would have been mundane.”