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609c728
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I was looking for a quiet place to die.
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Paul Auster |
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Pero cuando la fe desaparece, cuando comprendes que ni siquiera te queda las esperanza de recuperar la esperanza, entonces tiendes a llenar los espacios vacios con suenos, pequena fantasias y cuentos infantiles que te ayuden a sobrevivir.
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Paul Auster |
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bdddc4f
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Pity is such an awful, useless emotion- you have to bottle it up and keep it to yourself.The moment you try to express it, it only makes things worse.
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Paul Auster |
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5765a0b
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Nevertheless, this is where it begins. The first word appears only at a moment when nothing can be explained anymore, at some instant of experience that defies all sense. To be reduced to saying nothing. Or else, to say himself: this is what haunts me. And then to realize, almost in the same breath, that this is what he haunts.
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realisation
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Paul Auster |
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b7c4e8a
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Always lost, always striking out in the wrong direction, always going around in circles. You have suffered from a life-long inability to orient yourself in space, and even in New York, the easiest of cities to negotiate, the city where you have spent the better part of your adulthood, you often run into trouble. Whenever you take the subway from Brooklyn to Manhattan (assuming you have boarded the correct train and are not traveling deeper ..
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Paul Auster |
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69eb54a
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tsh`r wk'n l shy ymlk lqdr@ 'bdan `l~ qtHmh wkhtrqh, k'nW l Hj@ lh l'y shy mmW y`rfh l`lm.
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Paul Auster |
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21aea6b
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But it would be wrong to say you were unhappy there, for you had no trouble adjusting to your reduced circumstances, you found it invigorating to learn that you could get by on almost nothing, and as long as you were able to write, it made no difference where or how you lived.
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Paul Auster |
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5ab1248
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We are not where we are, he finds, but in a false position. Through an infirmity of our natures, we suppose a case, and put ourselves into it, and hence are in two cases at the same time, and it is doubly difficult to get out
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paul auster |
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c727198
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The gods looked down from their mountain and shrugged.
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Paul Auster |
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c9d5b8b
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No one wants to be part of a fiction, and even less so if that fiction is real.
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Paul Auster |
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b334616
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In the beginning, everything was alive. The smallest objects were endowed with beating hearts, and even the clouds had names. Scissors could walk, telephones and teapots were first cousins, eyes and eyeglasses were brothers. The face of the clock was a human face, each pea in your bowl had a different personality, and the grille on the front of your parents' car was a grinning mouth with many teeth. Pens were airships. Coins were flying sau..
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Paul Auster |
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For several years Quinn had been having the same conversations with this man, whose name he did not know. Once, when he had been in the luncheonette, they had talked about baseball, and now, each time Quinn came in, they continued to talk about it. In the winter, the talk was of trades, predictions, memories. During the season, it was always the most recent game. They were both Mets fans, and the hopelessness of that passion had created a b..
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hopelessness
sports
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Paul Auster |
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eb5376e
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as long as you continue to travel, the nowhere that lies between the here of home and the there of somewhere else will continue to be one of the places where you live.
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Paul Auster |
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9921b59
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He has been marked by the past, and once that happens, nothing can be done about it. Something happens, Blue thinks, and then it goes on happening forever. It can never be changed, can never be otherwise.
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Paul Auster |
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2d27b37
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But if these unavoidable separations cause you a measure of pain, they also increase your longing for her, and perhaps that isn't a bad thing, you decide, for you spend your days in the thrall of breathless anticipation, agitated and alert, counting the hours until you can see her and hold her again. Intense. That is the word you use to describe yourself now. You are intense. Your feelings are intense. Your life has become increasingly inte..
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Paul Auster |
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0868b0b
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I couldn't imagine myself doing it anymore. It was part of my life that had ended for me, and here was my chance to set out on a fresh course
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Paul Auster |
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9f8f3d4
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George Washington chopped down the tree, and then he threw away the money. Do you understand? He was telling us an essential truth. Namely, that money doesn't grow on trees. This is what made our country great, Peter. Now George Washington's picture is on every dollar bill. There is an important lesson to be learned from all this.
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Paul Auster |
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7309a75
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It was all a matter of missed connections, bad timing, blundering in the dark. We were always in the right place at the wrong time, always just missing each other, always just a few inches from figuring the whole thing out. That's what the story boils down to, I think. A series of lost chances. All the pieces were there from the beginning, but no one knew how to put them together.
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Paul Auster |
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7a64996
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l shy 'kthr rhb@ mn mwjh@ 'GrD rjl mt. l'shy thmd 'yDan, fm`nh kmnun fy dwrh khll Hy@ SHbh wHsb.
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Paul Auster |
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507fc7b
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There was nothing to see, nothing to distract me from succumbing to my fears, and the longer I kept my eyes shut, the more terribly I saw my fears wanted me to see.
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Paul Auster |
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da24e3d
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Bildigim bir sey varsa oda karsiligini vermeden bir sey alamayacaginizdir, istediginiz sey ne kadar buyukse karsiliginda odemeniz gereken bedel de o kadar buyuk olur.
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Paul Auster |
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f92d6b6
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I hear her slip into bed with him, and I hear everything that happens after that. Sex is such a strange and sloppy business, why bother to recount every slurp and moan that ensued? Tom and Honey deserve their privacy, and for that reason I will end my report of the night's activities here. If some readers object, I ask them to close their eyes and use their imaginations.
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metafiction
sex
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Paul Auster |
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db48d3f
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I've made my nothing, and now I've got to live in it.
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Paul Auster |
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cdf410e
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When she was three, I sent her to day care for a couple of hours every morning. After a few weeks, the teacher called me and said that she was worried about Lucy. When it was time for the children to have their milk, Lucy would always hang back until all the other kids had taken a carton before she'd take one for herself. The teacher didn't understand. Go get your milk, she'd say to Lucy, but Lucy would always wait around until there was ju..
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Paul Auster |
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9698fb4
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The best thing about being fifteen is that you don't have to be fifteen for more than a year.
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Paul Auster |
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c5c8fd0
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twfd 'qrb wldy mn kl mkn, nryd qT`@ l'thth hdhh,nryd hdhh lany@ lfDy@ wb`Dhm kn yrtdy mlbsh ltjrbth wythrthrwn mthl lbj`"."
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Paul Auster |
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2f4d9c2
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I chanced upon these words from a letter by Van Gogh: "Like everyone else, I feel the need of family and friendship, affection and friendly intercourse. I am not made of iron, like a hydrant or a lamp post. Perhaps this is what really counts: to arrive at the core of human feeling, in spite of the evidence."
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friendship
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Paul Auster |
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919feeb
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You realize now that she turned to you as a form of consolation, to give her life a meaning and a purpose it was otherwise lacking. You were the beneficiary of her unhappiness, and you were well loved, especially well loved, without question deeply loved. That first of all, that above and beyond everything else there might be to say: she was an ardent and dedicated mother to you during your infancy and early childhood, and whatever is good ..
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Paul Auster |
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341979f
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b`d wf@ wldtk wtHt t'thyr lwysky ws`t Twyl@ mn lshr. byn lSHw wlnwm tdrk b'nk lm tsh`r bmthl hdh lsw mn qbl, jsdk lm y`d ljsm ldhy tmlkh, hdh lsh`wr lGry'by, b'nk Durbt bmy'@ mTrq@ khshby@. wsHbtk lkhywl lmy't l'myl `l~ Tryq mly blHjr wlSbr, thm tDlt l~ Gbr b`d DGTk bmkyn@ Dkhm@. dmk Grq fy lkHwl Ht~ 'nk tshmWh mn msmtk. ry'H@ lmkn Hwlk, nfsk lqdhr@. twdW lw 'mknk ltnzl `n `shr@ '`wm mn `mrk. ky tdhhb fy Gfw@ Twyl@.
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Paul Auster |
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3945151
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So weak, so little left, time running out. I will be robbed of my old age. I try not to feel bitter about it, but sometimes I can't help myself. Life is shit, I know, but the only thing I want is more life, more years on this godforsaken earth.
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Paul Auster |
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cd6c2c0
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but back then, at thirty-five, thirty-eight, forty, I walked around with a feeling that my life had never truly belonged to me, that I had never truly inhabited myself, that i had never been real. And because I wasn't real, I didn't understand the effect I had on others, the damage I could cause, the hurt I could inflict on the people who loved me.
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paul auster |
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MR. BONES KNEW THAT WILLY WASN'T LONG FOR THIS WORLD. The cough had been inside him for over six months, and by now there wasn't a chance in hell that he would ever get rid of it. Slowly and inexorably, without once taking a turn for the better, the thing had assumed a life of its own, advancing from a faint, phlegm-filled rattle in the lungs on February third to the wheezy sputum-jigs and gobby convulsions of high summer. All that was bad ..
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Paul Auster |
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5e58d14
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Books force you to give something back to them, to exercise your intelligence and imagination.
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Paul Auster |
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7a7aeb1
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There were no rules when it came to writing, he said. Take a close look at the lives of poets and novelists, and what you wound up with was unalloyed chaos, an infinite jumble of exceptions. That was because writing was a disease, Tom continued, what you might call an infection or influenza of the spirit, and therefore it could strike anyone at any time. The young and the old, the strong and the weak, the drunk and the sober, the sane and t..
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Paul Auster |
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53ef48c
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Do you know what happened the last time a nation listened to a bush?" Honey asks. No one says a word. "Its people wandered in the desert for forty years."
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Paul Auster |
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407b0e4
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But money, of course, is never just money. It's always something else, and it's always something more, and it always has the last word.
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Paul Auster |
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77f3716
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So it goes as I work my way down the page, and each cluster of marks is a word, and each word is a sound in my head, and each time I write another word, I hear the sound of my own voice, even though my lips are silent.
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Paul Auster |
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6abe75c
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Nadie puede decir de donde proviene un libro, y menos que nadie la persona que lo escribe. Los libros nacen de la ignorancia , y si continuan viviendo despues de escritos es solo en la medidad en que no pueden entenderse.
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Paul Auster |
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4929ee0
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People pushed by force of habit, pushed for the pure pleasure of pushing, and they would go on pushing until you showed them you were willing to push back, at which point you would earn their respect.
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Paul Auster |
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ac991f3
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Anything was possible, and just because things happened in one way didn't mean they couldn' t happen in another.
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Paul Auster |
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fb52610
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It is also true that memory sometimes comes to him as a voice. It is a voice that speaks inside him, and it is not necessarily his own. It speaks to him in the way a voice might tell stories to a child, and yet at times this voice makes fun of him, or calls him to attention, or curses him in no uncertain terms. At times it willfully distorts the story it is telling him, changing the facts to suit its whims, catering to the interests of dram..
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voice
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Paul Auster |
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2a28e9f
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Most other people, your wife included, with her unerring inner compass, seem to be able to get around without difficulty. They know where they are, where they have been, and where they are going, but you know nothing, you are forever lost in the moment, in the void of each successive moment that engulfs you, with no idea where true north is, since the four cardinal points do not exist for you, have never existed for you. A minor infirmity u..
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Paul Auster |
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84aa72a
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By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where he was.
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Paul Auster |
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0c29a58
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A crisscross of light and shadow began to form on the pavement in front of him, and it was a beautiful thing to behold, he felt, a small, unexpected gift on the heels of such sadness and pain.
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Paul Auster |