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feelings were always feelings, subjectively true one hundred percent of the time...
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Paul Auster |
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5591809
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He slipped away slowly, withdrawing from this world by small, imperceptible degrees, and in the end it was as if he were a drop of water evaporating in the sun, shrinking and shrinking until at last he wasn't there anymore.
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Paul Auster |
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ee5d177
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Language, then, not simply as a list of separate things to be added up and whose sum total is equal to the world. Rather, language as it is laid out in the dictionary: an infinitely complex organism, all of whose elements [...] are present in the world simultaneously, none of which can exist on its own. For each word is defined by other words, which means that to enter any part of language is to enter the whole of it
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Paul Auster |
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8a6d862
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The point is: his life was not centered around the place where he lived. His house was just one of many stopping places in a restless, unmoored existence, and this lack of center had the effect of turning him into a perpetual outsider, a tourist of his own life. You never had the feeling that he could be located.
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Paul Auster |
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b626cfc
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fy mnzl wldy kn lhtf yrn ywmy 20 mr@, wl 20 mr@ ywmy 'khbrt 'Hdhm b'nh myWt". "
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Paul Auster |
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bb80390
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The world wasn't real anymore. Everything in it was a fraudulent copy of what it should have been, and everything that happened in it shouldn't have been happening. For a long time afterward, Ferguson lived under the spell of this illusion, sleepwalking through his days and struggling to fall asleep at night, sick of a world he had stopped believing in, doubting everything that presented itself to his eyes.
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Paul Auster |
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Bit by bit, I found myself relaxing into the conversation. Kitty had a natural talent for drawing people out of themselves, and it was easy to fall in with her, to feel comfortable in her presence. As Uncle Victor had once told me long ago, a conversation is like having a catch with someone. A good partner tosses the ball directly into your glove, making it almost impossible for you to miss it; when he is on the receiving end, he catches ev..
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love
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Paul Auster |
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9226bb6
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b`d wf@ wldy b'ym wq`t 'sw' llHZt lty mrrt bh, knt `br lbH@ lmmy@ llmnzl tHt lmTr lGzyr lmnhmr, 'Hml fy ydy mjmw`@ mn rbTt l`nq lty mtlkh, Hwly my'@ rbT@ `nq 'w tzyd, tdhkrt b`Dh mn Tfwlty, lnqwsh, l'lwn, lshkl, lqd Tb`t fy dhkrty wDmyry mndh 'ymy l'wl~. lqyt bh fy Sndwq kbyr lltbr`t, wfy tlk llHZ@ bldht bkyt, bkyt wldy. kn lq rbTt l`nq fy lSndwq lDkhm 'shdW `ly mn lnZr ltbwth whw ynkhfD fy lrD, lq rbTt l`nq kn 'shbh bldfn. Hynh w'khyran 'd..
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Paul Auster |
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The moon people do not eat by swallowing food but by smelling it. Their money is poetry - actual poems, written out on pieces of paper whose value is determined by the worth of the poem itself.
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money
poetry
inspirational
moon-palace
peom
planet
smelling
food
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Paul Auster |
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4284b57
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that once you throw your life to the winds, you will discover things you had never known before, things that cannot be learned under any other circumstances.
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life
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Paul Auster |
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7fe8e48
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kn ykdhb klm shrf `l~ Zhr nfsh bwDwH, ykdhb wysrf wydllW kdhbth. `l~ 'y@ Hl kn lHl 'l yqwl l lqlyl `n nfsh kl mr@
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Paul Auster |
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16913f0
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To care about words, to have a stake in what is written, to believe in the power of books - this overwhelms the rest, and beside it one's life becomes very small.
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words
reading
writing
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Paul Auster |
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6c89e74
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when a man's only assets are the brain in his head and the tongue in his mouth, he has to think carefully before he decides to open that mouth and speak.
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Paul Auster |
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f0ec272
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You must get used to doing with as little as you can. By wanting less, you are content with less, and the less you need, the better off you are.
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Paul Auster |
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8ebc383
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What else we know? Nothing. That's why we're sitting together in this car now. Because we're the same, and because we don't know a damn thing other than that.
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Paul Auster |
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9db78a6
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and when she thinks of that generation of silent men, the boys who lived through the Depression and grew up to become soldiers or not-soldiers in the war, she doesn't blame them for refusing to talk, for not wanting to go back into the past, but how curious it is, she thinks, how sublimely incoherent that her generation, which doesn't have much of anything to talk about yet, has produced men who never stop talking, men like Bing, for exampl..
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Paul Auster |
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dbc1c16
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He finds it extraordinary that on some mornings, just after he has woken up, as he bends down to tie his shoes, he is flooded with a happiness so intense, a happiness so naturally and harmoniously at one with the world, that he can feel himself alive in the present, a present that surrounds him and permeates him, that breaks through him with the sudden, overwhelming knowledge that he is alive. And the happiness he discovers in himself at th..
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happiness
extraordinary
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Paul Auster |
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70fa468
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Gyr 'n lktb fy nhy@ lmTf, l tu`d trfan, bqdr m hy Drwr@, lqr@ dmn !
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الكتب
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Paul Auster |
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ddf3f49
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In the end, the problem is not so much that people forget, but that they do not always forget the same thing. What still exists as a memory for one person can be irretrievably lost for another, and this creates difficulties, insuperable barriers against understanding.
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Paul Auster |
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55bc132
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That was the trouble. The land is too big out there, and after a while it starts to swallow you up. I reached a point when I couldn't take it anymore. All that bloody silence and emptiness. You try to find your bearings in it, but it's too big, the dimensions are too monstrous, and eventually, I don't know how else to put it, eventually it just stops being there. There's no world, no land, no nothing. It comes down to that, Fogg, in the end..
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Paul Auster |
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and while all people were bound together by the common space they shared, their journeys through time were all different, which meant that each person lived in a slightly different world from everyone else.
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Paul Auster |
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eb6b6c3
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Imagine knowing that you're good at something, so good that the world would be in awe of you if they could see your work, and then keeping yourself a secret from the world.
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Paul Auster |
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I make no excuse for what happened. Drunkenness is never more than a symptom, not an absolute cause, and I realize that it would be wrong of me to try to defend myself. Nevertheless, there is at least the possibility of an explanation.
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excuses
drunkenness
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Paul Auster |
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fca0212
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He was there for you, and yet at the same time he was inaccessible. You felt there was a secret core in him that could never be penetrated, a mysterious center of hiddenness. To imitate him was somehow to participate in that mystery, but it was also to understand that you could never really know him.
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Paul Auster |
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263b2ed
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Then, without any warning, we both straightened up, turned towards each other, and began to kiss. After that, it is difficult for me to speak of what happened. Such things have little to do with words, so little, in fact, that it seems almost pointless to try to express them. If anything, I would say that we were falling into each other, that we were falling so fast and so far that nothing could catch us.
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Paul Auster |
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07c17e4
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As long as you are dreaming, there is always a way out
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Paul Auster |
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3814964
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in the end, each life is irreducible to anything other than itself. Which is as much as to say: lives make no sense.
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Paul Auster |
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455517c
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This is the kind of room poets are supposed to work in, the kind of room that threatens to break your spirit and forces you into constant battle with yourself.
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Paul Auster |
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841fca5
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On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere. New York was the nowhere he had built around himself, and he realized that he has no intention of ever leaving it again.
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Paul Auster |
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98adfbf
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When you've lived as long as I have, you tend to think you've heard everything, that there's nothing left that can shock you anymore. You grow a little complacent about your so-called knowledge of the world, and then, every once in a while, something comes along that jolts you out of your smug cocoon of superiority, that reminds you all over again that you don't understand the first thing about life.
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Paul Auster |
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2a083cb
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wshyy'an fshyy'an.. tsrb l`lm b'kmlh mnh
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paul auster |
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bb22c42
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You had to invent something. It's not possible to leave it blank. The mind won't let you.
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Paul Auster |
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3ecf96f
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klm `tqdt 'nk t`rf jwb lsw'l , tktshf 'n lsw'l l m`n~ lh
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Paul Auster |
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Guilt kept me going. It was impossible not to blame myself for what had happened, but even guilt was a comfort. It was a human feeling, a sign that I was still attached to the same world that other men lived in.
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Paul Auster |
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you can't punish someone for a lack of affection, can you? You can't force a child to love you just because he's your child.
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Paul Auster |
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70ecb81
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As long as a man had the courage to reject what society told him to do, he could live life on his own terms. To what end? To be free. But free to what end? To read books, to write books, to think.
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Paul Auster |
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6dfc65c
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He would conclude that nothing was real except chance.
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Paul Auster |
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13ab9cb
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In the good mystery there is nothing wasted, no sentence, no word that is not significant. And even if it is not significant, it has the potential to be so - which amounts to the same thing. The world of the book comes to life, seething with possibilities, with secrets and contradictions. Since everything seen or said, even the slightest, most trivial thing, can bear a connection to the outcome of the story, nothing must be overlooked. Ever..
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Paul Auster |
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Try to roll with the punches. Keep your chin up. Don't take any wooden nickels. Vote Democrat in every election. Ride your bike in the park. Dream about my perfect, golden body. Take your vitamins. Drink eight glasses of water a day. Pull for the Mets. Watch a lot of movies. Don't work too hard at your job. Take a trip to Paris with me. Come to the hospital when Rachel has her baby and hold my grandchild in your arms. Brush your teeth after..
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life
love
inspirational
peace
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Paul Auster |
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d8cb4d0
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The world was full of holes, tiny apertures of meaninglessness, microscopic rifts that the mind could walk through, and once you were on the other side of one of those holes, you were free of yourself, free of your life free of your death, free of everything that belonged to you.
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Paul Auster |
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697c0a0
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Paintings. Or the collapse of time in images.
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time
paintings
images
painting
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Paul Auster |
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1b08e18
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When you live in the city, you learn to take nothing for granted. Close your eyes for a moment, turn around to look at something else, and the thing that was before you is suddenly gone. Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you mustn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.
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Paul Auster |
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5ee4c4d
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It was something like the word 'it' in the phrase 'it is raining' or 'it is night'. What that 'it' referred to Quinn had never known
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Paul Auster |
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bed6ee9
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ndm ktb l thmny lGrf@ lty 'shGlh. lmsH@ lHqyqy@ llktb@ hy lSfH@ 'mm nfy, `ndm ktb kl lGrf tSbH khfyW@
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Paul Auster |