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“An author’s fondest dream is to turn the reader into a spectator; is this ever attained?”

psychiatry can be so punitive !!!

“How does the man apologize for the boy?”

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“I discovered in nature the nonutilitarian delights that I sought in art. Both were a form of magic, both were a game of intricate enchantment and deception.”

“A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present. The mirror brims with brightness; a bumblebee has entered the room and bumps against the ceiling. Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.”

On heaven: “All one could do was to glimpse, amid the haze and the chimeras, something real ahead, just as persons endowed with an unusual persistence of diurnal cerebration are able to perceive in their deepest sleep, somewhere beyond the throes of an entangled and inept nightmare, the ordered reality of the waking hour.”

“There was so much that he wanted to say—that he would never see Paris now, still less his homeland, that his whole life had been stupid and fruitless, and that he didn’t know why he had lived, or why he was dying.”

“The day, like the precious days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expectancy which can make idleness so enchanting.”

“Meanwhile, nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.”

“They could not find their way back to their earlier light small-talk, they were already enmeshed too far in that tone of ardent intimacy, those dangerous words in which insidious lust trembles at secret touches.”

“He was approaching the end of his childhood.”

“It is so very easy to deceive children.”

“Life becomes a kind of elegy for lost moods.”

“Love, like life, is far stranger and more complicated than we are brought up to believe.”

“Tenure is the closest thing to a blood sport that universities can offer.”

“Madness carves its own reality”

“She found it almost impossible to do her part in upholding reality.”

cover your eyes!!

Kali!

Eggs!

“Octopus slime is sort of a cross between drool and snot. But in a nice way.”

“There’s nothing as peculiar as an octopus.”

Hmmm

“taste the lips of laughter”

Interesting. I like the talking to ghosts premise a lot, that has promise, although I’m not sure how I feel about the way it was introduced? Can’t decide if I love or dislike the casualness. The meet cute feels very fic-y.

“The air was pure here, and crystal clear, disdaining knowledge of the world below, where living things must grope and stumble in the mist. There was a wind here that whispered in the stones and stirred the heather; there was a breath, keen as a knife and cold, that blew upon the surface of the altar slabs and echoed in the caves.”

“She had the right upon her side, and faith in God, and he was an outcast in a hell of his own creation.”

“I’ve only seen the evil… I’ve only seen the suffering there’s been, and the cruelty, and the pain. When my uncle came to Jamaica Inn he must have cast his shadow over the good things, and they died.”