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Our lives are no more than the sum of manifold contingencies, and no matter how diverse they might be in their details, they all share an essential randomness in their design: this then that, and because of that, this.
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sysh`rk b'nh m mn shy ystfzh, w'nh l yHtj l'y shy yqdmh hdh l`lm. rjl bl shhy@." "
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and if he could survive the experience without completely losing heart, then perhaps there was some hope for him after all. By sticking with the cab, he wasn't trying to make the best of a bad situation. He was looking for a way to make things happen, and until he understood what those things were, he wouldn't have the right to release himself from his bondage.
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More often than not, these attempts at sociability ended in painful silence. His old friends, who remembered him as a brilliant student and wickedly funny conversationalist, were appalled by what had happened to him. Tom had slipped from the ranks of the anointed, and his downfall seemed to shake their confidence in themselves, to open the door onto a new pessimism about their own prospects in life. It didn't help matters that Tom had gaine..
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he had understood that memory was a place, a real place that one could visit, and that to spend a few moments among the dead was not necessarily bad for you, that it could in fact be a source of great comfort and happiness.
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l 'Hd ytSl fy lthmn@ SbHan fy ywm l`Tl@ wn HSl dhlk fhw lnql 'khbr l tstTy` lntZr, hdhh l'khbr tkwn `d@an syy'@.
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gana kit`xva uxilavis sakut`ari t`valit` danaxvis xelovneba ar aris? gana kit`xvis silamaze im sich`umeshi araa, shen garshemo rom isadgurebs, sanam ambavshi mt`lianad xar ch`az'iruli? gana am dros shenshi avtoris xma ar icqebs zhg'eras, rat`a sxva danarch`eni xma da xmauri gadap`aros?
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Lo que realmente me asombra no es que todo este derrumbado, sino la gran cantidad de cosas que todavia siguen en pie.
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Paul Auster |
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Normal. What did normal mean, Ferguson asked himself , and why wasn't it normal for him to feel the way he did about wanting to kiss and make love to other boys, the sex of one-sex was just as normal and natural as the sex of two-sex sex, maybe even more normal and more natural because a cock was something boys understood better than girls, and therefore it was easier to know what the other person wanted without having to guess, without hav..
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You were too young back then to understand how much you would later forget--and too locked in the present to realize that the person you were writing to was in fact your future self. So you put down the journal, and little by little, over the course of the next forty-seven years, almost everything was lost.
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Paul Auster |
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Bluntly and quietly, in a series of simple, forthright sentences, she dismantled the architecture of unhappiness that had been growing up around us for the past several days. She was calling from the office she said, and had to talk in a low voice, 'but if you can hear me, Sid' she began, 'there are four things I want you to know. First, I haven't stopped thinking about you since I left the house this morning. Second, I've decided to have t..
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Little by little, as you came to know her better in the weeks that followed, you discovered that eye to eye on nearly everything of any importance. Your politics were the same, most of the books you cared about were the same books, and you had familiar attitudes about what you wanted out of life: love, work, and children- with money and possessions far down on the list. Much to your relief, your personalities were nothing alike. She laughed..
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paul auster |
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times i think u were the most cherished trophy i had, but sometimes i think i was the game that you played.
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Todo lo inanimado se desintegraba, todo lo viviente moria. Cada vez que pensaba en esto notaba latidos en la cabeza al imaginar los furiosos y acelrados movimientos de las moleculas, las incesantes explosiones de la materia, el hirviente caos oculto bajo la superficie de todas las cosas.
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Peace on earth, good will toward men. Piss on earth, good will toward none.
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Paul Auster |
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Doch am Ende sind Bucher kein Luxus, sondern eine Notwendigkeit, und Lesen ist eine Sucht, von der er keinesfalls geheilt werden mochte.
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Nevertheless, this anger was inside him--I believe constantly. Like the house that was well ordered and yet falling apart from within, the man himself was calm, almost supernatural in his imperturbability, and yet prey to a roiling, unstoppable force of fury within. All his life he strove to avoid a confrontation with this force, nurturing a kind of automatic behavior that would allow him to pass to the side of it. Reliance on fixed routine..
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Everything had changed for me, and words that I had never understood before suddenly began to make sense. This came as revelation, and when I finally had time to absorb it, I wondered how I had managed to live so long without learning this simple thing. I am not talking about desire so much as knowledge, the discovery that two people, through desire, can create a thing more powerful than either of them can create alone.
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kdhbh 'wjd mn nfsh mkhlwq Sn`y ytl`b bh km ysh wytl`b blakhryn mn khllh
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When a man walks into a room and you shake hands with him, you do not feel that you are shaking hands with him. Death changes that. This is the body of X, not this is X. The syntax is entirely different. Now we are talking about two things instead of one, implying that the man continues to exist, but only as an idea, a cluster of images and memories in the minds of the other people. As for the body, it is no more than flesh and bones, a hea..
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That was all he had ever aspired to, with a wife thrown into the bargain, maybe, and a kid or two to go along with her. It had never felt like too much to ask for, but after three years of struggling to write his dissertation, Tom finally understood that he didn't have it in him to finish. Or, if he did have it in him, he couldn't persuade himself to believe in the value of doing it anymore.
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You understood that there was no better thing in the world than to be kissed in the way she was kissing you, that this was without argument the single most important justification for being alive.
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It was too small a step, somehow, too puny a thing to settle for after having lost so much. So the courtship continued, and the more Tom came to despise his job, the more stubbornly he defended his own inertia; and the more inert he became, the more he despised himself.
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Aus den fernsten Weiten des Weltraums betrachtet, ist die Erde nicht grosser als ein Staubkorn. Bedenke das, wenn du das nachste Mal das Wort "Menschheit" schreibst."
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Every time Sachs posed for a picture, he was forced to impersonate himself, to play the game of pretending to be who he was. After a while, it must have had an effect on him. (...) They say that a camera can rob a person of his soul. In this case, I believe it was just the opposite. With this camera, I believe that Sachs's soul was gradually given back to him.
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He aqui el dilema, por un lado queremos sobrevivir, adaptarnos, aceptar las cosas tal cual estan; pero, por otro lado, llegar a esto implica destruir todas aquellas cosas que alguna vez nos hicieron seres humanos.
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I wasn't able to think about them directly or summon them up in any conscious way, but as I put together their puzzles and played with their Lego pieces, building evermore complex and baroque structures, I felt that I was temporarily inhabiting them again--carrying on their little phantom lives for them by repeating the gestures they had made when they still had bodies.
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Paul Auster |
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It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not.
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Paul Auster |
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The big event that rips through the heart of things and changes life for everyone, the unforgettable moment when something ends and something else begins. Was that what this was, he asked himself, a moment similar to the outbreak of war? No, not quite. War announces the beginning of a new reality, but nothing had begun today, a reality had ended, that was all, something had been subtracted from the world, and now there was a hole, a nothing..
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Quinn froze. There was nothing he could do now that would not be a mistake. Whatever choice he made--and he had to make a choice--would be arbitrary, a submission to chance. Uncertainty would haunt him to the end. At that moment, the two Stillmans started on their way again. The first turned right, the second turned left. Quin craved an amoeba's body, wanting to cut himself in half and run off in two directions at once. (Chapter 7)
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The grinding search for money can crush the spirit out of you unless you're made of steel.
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Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within.
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Paul Auster |
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Everything solid for a time, and then the sun comes up one morning and the world begins to melt.
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Winter solstice: the darkest time of the year. No sooner has he woken up in the morning than he feels the day beginning to slip away from him. There is no light to sink his teeth into, no sense of time unfolding. Rather, a feeling of doors being shut, of locks being turned. It is a hermetic season, a long moment of inwardness. The outer world, the tangible world of materials and bodies, has come to seem no more than an emanation of his mind..
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because he was a man who had suffered but because he was a man who had suffered and could still crack jokes.
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I'm an intelligent pessimist, a pessimist who has occasional flashes of optimism. Nearly everything happens for the worst, but not always, you see, nothing is ever always, but i'm always expecting the worst, and when the worst doesn't happen, I get so excited I begin to sound like an optimist.
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Intellectuals suck, Nathan. They are the most boring people in the world.
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Paul Auster |
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All this belongs to the language of ghosts. There are many other possible kinds of talks in this language. Most of them begin when one person says to another: I wish. What they wish for might be anything at all, as long as it is something that cannot happen. I wish the sun would never set. I wish money would grow in my pockets. I wish the city would be like it was in the old days. You get the idea.
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l shy 'kthr rhb@ mn mwjh@ 'GrD rjl myt.
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If you do not consider the man before you to be human, there are few restraints of conscience on your behavior towards him.
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Would it be possible, he wondered, to stand up before the world and with the utmost conviction spew out lies and nonsense? To say that windmills were knights, that a barber's basin was a helmet, that puppets were real people? Would it be possible to persuade others to agree with what he said, even though they did not believe him? In other words, to what extent would people tolerate blasphemies if they gave them amusement? The answer is obvi..
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La unica constante en este mundo es la mierda, muchacho.
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love was not a quantifiable substance. There was always more of it somewhere, and even after one love had been lost, it was by no means impossible to find another.
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la lettura di Delitto e castigo lo cambio, Delitto e castigo fu il fulmine che si abbatte dal cielo e lo mando in frantumi, e quando riusci a riprendersi Ferguson non ebbe piu dubbi sul futuro, se un libro poteva essere questo, se un romanzo poteva fare questo al tuo cuore, alla tua mente e ai tuoi sentimenti piu profondi sul mondo, allora scrivere romanzi era senz'altro la cosa migliore che potevi fare nella vita, perche Dostoevskij gli av..
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