— it'd be nice if they'd at least let me dream...

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— it'd be nice if they'd at least let me dream...
— friends?
— you went on a different path from the one you've been on up till now and you had the determination to follow through with it until you were recognized for it.
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— OUCH!
Not if I were made the guardian of the Cretans, not if I were borne by the flight of Pegasus, not if I were a Ladas or wing-footed Perseus, not if I were the snowy, swift team of King Rhesus; add to all this feathered feet and the ability to fly, and at the same time seek the speed of the winds which you could harness and bestow on me, Camerius: however, I would still be wearied in all the marrow of my bones and eaten away by great exhaustion from seeking you, my friend, for myself.
— Catullus 58b, Catullus, tr. Kathleen
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Grief over the loss of a loved one is common in your stories. Do you intend for it to be a tribute to someone who vanished from your life too soon? It's completely natural I speak of death because everyone, at some point or other, has to face it. It isn't that I've lived through any traumatic experience that I want to rid myself of through my stories, but rather that I think death is necessarily present in human life, whether it's the death of one's parents, of one's loved ones, or of one himself. I consider death part of life, speaking of one brings me to speak of the other. Personally, up to now my only contact with death was that of the animals raised. I remember that, in addition to sorrow, I felt it was an injustice that they died, however old they were. I couldn't understand it, I wondered why living things had to die. But later, little by little, I was filled with calm - because the human mind (and maybe also that of animals) has the marvelous ability to forget. Living is what's important, making use of the precious time allotted to us. I think that death teaches how to live, and that the capacity to forget is a most important element in this whole process.
— Taniguchi Jiro, interviewed by Stéphane and Muriel Barbery