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“I had already described almost everything important that had happened to me in my prose and poems, turning almost my entire life into fiction. It was now a collection of illusions, fairly unreliable, so that it would be hard to construct a factual account of my life. For years I’ve been transforming your body into words. That’s my infidelity”
— My Heart, Semezdin Mehmedinović
“Escape is possible only as an individual act. Only an individual can escape. To escape as a group, even if into a desert, ends with one form or other of the problematic restructuring of life in a human community.”
— My Heart, Semezdin Mehmedinović
“I have forgotten how to compose my features in company.”
- Helon Habila, Travelers
“We hung weightless in the salt as everything drifted from us and was lost.”
- Raynor Winn, The Salt Path
“I have never believed in anything but my own talent, death, and the ability of people to fall far short of expectations.” — Asha Lemmie, Fifty Words for Rain
What did they see, he wondered, his hands still open. Of all the people he had loved and who had loved him, of all the things that he had witnessed, lived and hoped for, of all the music he had created, how much was it possible to see?
Do Not Say We Have Nothing, Madeleine Thien
I felt she saw into me, past every facade and flourish, and that the more she knew me, the more she loved me. I was too young, then, to know how lasting this kind of love is, how rarely it comes into one’s life, how difficult it is to accept oneself, let alone another.
Do Not Say We Have Nothing, Madeleine Thien
“Gräs,” Håkan said out loud, sensing the wonder and the injustice of making all those individual blades of grass that swayed into the edge of the earth come together for the first time under the domain of that single word.
In the Distance, Hernan Diaz
It is life we want, but we daren’t come too close for fear it might burn us away, this life in its intensity.
Jeanette Winterson, The World and Other Places
He had been reborn into the knowledge of death; and the inescapability of change, of things-never-the-same, of no-way-back, made him afraid.
Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses
I have struggled, in my fashion, to find my way towards an appreciation of the high things, towards a small measure of fineness. On good days I felt it was within my grasp, somewhere within me, somewhere within. But it eluded me. I have become embroiled, in things, in the world and its messes, and I cannot resist.
Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses
Why would she never be loved entirely? Only one part of her was loved, the other left in shadow. She was loved as men love music, luxury. She had only to be witty or sentimental, and she made them want her. But what she believed in, what she felt, what she carried within her - they couldn't have cared a fig about.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Southern Mail
We shared a passion for words, but I preferred the silence of writing while she loved to talk.
Viet Thanh Nguyen, The Refugees
Kurtz's life was running swiftly too, ebbing, ebbing out of his heart into the sea of inexorable time.
Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
In his mind's eye the future appeared like the line of a far distant shore materializing out of the morning fog: still a little blurred and unclear, but promising and beautiful, too.
Robert Seethaler, The Tobacconist
Dear Mama, often I'm sad and I know why. Often, though, I'm sad and I don't know why, and that's almost worse. Sometimes I wish I was back at the lake. Of course I know it's not as simple as that any more. I've already seen and smelled and tasted too much. Life will go on, I just don't know where to yet.
Robert Seethaler, The Tobacconist
The important thing was that we were being polite and not saying all the things that were making us unhappy, which was the only way we knew how to love each other.
Ruth Ozeki, A tale for the time being