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"Truth is not spoken in anger. Truth is spoken, if
it ever comes to be spoken, in love. The gaze of love is not deluded. Love
sees what is best in the beloved, even when what is best in the beloved finds
it hard to emerge into the light. "

"I can’t begin to tell you how tired I
am. And not with the kind of tiredness that can be fixed by a good night’s
sleep in a proper bed. The tiredness I refer to has become part of my being.
It is like a dye that has begun to seep into everything I do, everything I say.
I feel, to use Homer’s word, unstrung."

"We are who we are, Paul. This, for the time
being, is the life we are given to live, and we must live it. When I am with
you I am at home; when I am not with you I am homeless. That is how the
dice have fallen. Are you surprised to hear me say so? You should not be. "

''We do not need love, old people like us. What we need is care: someone
to hold our hand now and then when we get trembly, to make a cup of tea
for us, help us down the stairs. Someone to close our eyes for us when the
time comes. Care is not love. Care is a service that any nurse worth her salt
can provide, as long as we don’t ask her for more.’'

‘Of course you may love whom you choose. But maybe from now on
you should keep your love to yourself, as one keeps a head cold to oneself,
or an attack of herpes, out of consideration for one’s neighbours.

"Whether he is wrong or right,whether what in the most hesitant of
spirits he calls the other side is truth or delusion,the first epithet that occurs
to him,typed out letter by letter behind his eyelids by the celestial
typewriter, is puny. If dying turns out to be nothing but a trick that might as
well be a trick with words, if death is a mere hiccup in time after which life
goes on as before,why all the fuss?"

"The years go by as quickly as a wink. So enjoy
yourself while you’re still in the pink. It’s always later than you think."

"He has many regrets, he is full of regrets, they come back nightly like
roosting birds. "

"A leg
gone: what is losing a leg, in the larger perspective? In the larger
perspective, losing a leg is no more than a rehearsal for losing everything.
Whom is he going to shout at when that day arrives? Whom is he going to
blame?"