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56bb3d5
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Mr. Blank's old friend is acting up again, and because our hero is no longer wearing the cotton trousers and underpants and is quite naked under the pajama bottoms, there is no barrier to prevent Mr. Bigshot from bounding out through the slit and poking his head into the light of day.
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Paul Auster |
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c71ec30
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Sang trung, roi bong toi. Nang doi xuong tu moi nga troi, sau do la dem den, nhung vi sao im lang, gio xao dong la canh. Le thuong la vay.
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Paul Auster |
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0552f2f
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No importa lo que digan los demas; lo unico importante es mantenerse en pie.
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Paul Auster |
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efdf907
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Do vat, nhung vat vo tri, co the dien dat tinh cam cua con nguoi.
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Paul Auster |
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wt`lmtu mndh dhlk lHyn 'lW 'ufriT fy 'khdh l'shy lty tuql ly `l~ mHml ljd. lys l'naWh yHq llns 'n ykdhbw `lyk, wlkn `ndm yt`laWq l'mr blmDy, tSbH lHqyq@ mubhm@ bsr`@. wtbrz l'sTyr fy GDwn s`t, wtsry lHkyt lmuDkhaWm@, wsr`n mtudfan lHqy'q tHt jblin mn lnZryt lGryb@.
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Paul Auster |
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I have come to New York because it is the most forlorn of places, the most abject. The brokenness is everywhere, the disarray is universal. You have only to open your eyes to see it. The broken people, the broken things, the broken thoughts. The whole city is a junk heap.
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Paul Auster |
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b7f3b30
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Non ricorda piu l'ultima volta che e riuscita a dormire per sei ore piene, sei ore ininterrotte senza svegliarsi da un brutto sogno o scoprire che i suoi occhi si erano aperti all'alba, e sa che questi problemi di sonno sono un brutto segno, un avviso inequivocabile del fatto che l'aspettano guai, ma malgrado quello che continua a ripeterle sua madre, non vuole tornare ai farmaci. Prendere una di quelle pillole e come inghiottire una piccol..
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Paul Auster |
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'Hynan '`tqd 'n lmwt hw lshy lwHyd ldhy nkn lh 'y@ msh`r , nh shkln lfny , lTryq@ lwHyd@ lty nstTy` bh 'n n`br `n 'nfsn
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Paul Auster |
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I doubted that I would be able to sleep. There were too many things to digest, too many images churning in my mind, but the moment my head touched the pillow, I began to lose consciousness. I felt as if I'd been clubbed, as if my skull had been crushed by a stone. Some stories are too terrible, perhaps, and the only way to let them into you is to escape, to turn your back on them and steal off into the darkness.
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Paul Auster |
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cannot possibly know who you are, you imagine that she is suspicious of all young people-as a matter of principle- and therefore what she sees when she looks at you is not you as yourself but you as yet one more querrilla fighter in the war against authority, an unruly insurrectionist who has no business barging into the sanctum of her library and asking for work. Such are the times you live in,the times you both live in. She instructs you ..
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truth-telling
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Paul Auster |
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Your wife tolerates your weaknesses and does not rant or scold, and if she worries, it is only because she wants you to live forever. You count the reasons why you have held her close to you for so many years, and surely this is one of them, one of the bright stars in the vast constellation of enduring love.
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Paul Auster |
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The countless tight squeezes you have been in during the course of your life, the desperate moments when you have felt an urgent, overpowering need to empty your bladder and no toilet is at hand, the times when you have found yourself stuck in traffic, for example, or sitting on a subway stalled between stations, and the pure agony of forcing yourself to hold it in. This is the universal dilemma that no one ever talks about, but everyone ha..
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Paul Auster |
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The human body lives in the mind of one who possesses a human body, and to live inside the human body possessed of the mind that perceives another human body is to live in a world of others.
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Paul Auster |
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fa5a561
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a story about two friends who stop being friends because of a dispute in which both of their arguments are wrong
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Paul Auster |
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a1f66b7
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Quand on me demande pourquoi je fume, je reponds que c'est parce que j'aime tousser.
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Paul Auster |
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It was the first time since his master's death that he had been able to think about such things without feeling crushed by sorrow, the first time 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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Paul Auster |
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9549ae9
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And I am nothing if not a stupid, stupid man.
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stupidity
regret
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Paul Auster |
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Early in the summer of 1980, shortly after his son turned three, A. and the boy spent a week together in the country, in a house owned by friends who were off on vacation. A. noticed that Superman was playing in a local theater and decided to take the boy, on the off-chance that he would be able to sit through it. For the first half of the film, the boy was calm, working his way through a bin of popcorn, whispering his questions as A. had i..
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Paul Auster |
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b64e517
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One must die lovable (if one can). You are moved by this sentence, especially by the words in parentheses, which demonstrate a rare sensitivity of spirit, you feel, a hard-won understanding of how difficult it is to be lovable, especially for someone who is old, who is sinking into decrepitude and must be cared for by others. If one can. There is probably no greater human achievement than to be lovable at the end,
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Paul Auster |
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3e80c48
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Insan bir kez kendine karsi olmaya basladi mi, baska herkesin de karsi oldugunu dusunur.
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Paul Auster |
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c3bdb8a
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A book is a mysterious object, I said, and once it floats out into the world, anything can happen.
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Paul Auster |
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3a8b6f1
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There is also the equal and opposite temptation to look at the world as though it were an extension of the imaginary. [...] Like everyone else, he craves a meaning. Like everyone else his life is so fragmented that each time he sees a connection between two fragments he is tempted to look for a meaning in that connection. The connection exists. But to give it a meaning, to look beyond the bare fact of its existence, would be to build an ima..
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Paul Auster |
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Se pregunta si las palabras no seran un elemento esencial de la sexualidad, si hablar no es en definitiva una forma mas sutil de acariciar, y si las imagenes que bailan en nuestra cabeza no son igual de importantes que los cuerpos que abrazamos.
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Paul Auster |
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38b9852
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I was looking for a quiet place to die. Someone recommended Brooklyn
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first-sentence
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Paul Auster |
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f37227e
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the big thing no one was expecting to happen, that no one had ever imagined could happen, was happening in all the unexpected and unimaginable ways that big things tend to happen.
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Paul Auster |
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f849a87
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He already understand that the world consisted of two realms, the visible and the invisible, and that the things he couldn't see were often more real than the things he could.
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Paul Auster |
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bb0d5e7
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That was the real difference, Ferguson concluded. Not too little money or too much money, not what a person did or failed to do, not buying a larger house or a more expensive car, but ambition. That explained why Brownstein and Solomon managed to float through their lives in relative peace--because they weren't tormented by the curse of ambition.
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Paul Auster |
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b41e166
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Sami sebe sme vsetci cudzincami, a ak vobec mame ponatie o tom, kto sme, je to iba preto, ze zijeme v ociach druhych.
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Paul Auster |
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In spite of his physical efforts, he understands that he is afraid to go on reading the typescript. Why this fear should have taken hold of him is something he cannot account for. It's only words, he tells himself, and since when have words had the power to frighten a man half to death?
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Paul Auster |
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a8b00d9
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It was the best thing that could have happened to him, it was the worst thing that could have happened to him.
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Paul Auster |
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be42104
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lm 'kn 'stTy` ltfkyr fy swh.tbd' kl lyl@ bl'lm nfsh fy jsmy,tqT` l'nfs nfsh,lHj@ lshdyd@ l~ 'n tlmsny mr@ 'khr~,wqbl 'n 'drk m yHdth,'sh`r blhjwm dkhl jldy,wk'n l'nsj@ lty tj`lny mtmsk `l~ wshk lnfjr.kn dhlk hw lHrmn fy 'kthr 'shklh lmfjy'@ wlmTlq@.kn jsm kyty jz mn jsmy,wdwn 'n ykwn bjwry,'sh`r b'nny lm '`d 'n.'sh`r b'nny mjdw`.
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Paul Auster |
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One of the odd things about being himself ... was that there seemed to be several of him, that he wasn't just one person but a collection of contradictory selves, and each time he was with a different person, he himself was different as well.
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Paul Auster |
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5d30b64
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Solo de la constancia nacen las grandes cosas
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Paul Auster |
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6247140
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Perhaps when we shrink down to almost nothing, we will at last find one another. Life is, after all, very difficult. Most of us die here simply because we forget to breathe.
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Paul Auster |
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388ac77
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Et ce monde etrange continue de tourner.
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poetry
hope
traduction
vers
mélancolie
français
keep-going
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Paul Auster |
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That is the idea he is toying with, Renzo says, to write an essay about the things that don't happen, the lives not lived, the wars not fought, the shadow worlds that run parallel to the world we take to be the real world, the not-said and the not-done, the not-remembered.
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silence
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Paul Auster |
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e67357d
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knowing now that the job of writing was as much about removing words as adding them,
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Paul Auster |
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0059c7d
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What will happen when there are no more pages in the red notebook?
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Paul Auster |
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f7da39b
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l Huzn yuSyb lwldyn '`Zm mn lHzn lnWb` mn l`jz; dhW `lyhm 'n ytqbWlwh, Ht~ lw fq dhlk qdrthm
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Paul Auster |
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Memory, then, not so much as the past contained within us, but as proof of our life in the present. If a man is to be truly present among his surroundings, he must be thinking not of himself, but of what he sees. He must forget himself in order to be there. And from that forgetfulness arises the power of memory. It is a way of living one's life so that nothing is ever lost.
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Paul Auster |
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3e85e79
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It was a dizzying prospect--to imagine all that freedom, to understand how little it mattered what choice he made.
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Paul Auster |
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52f80e6
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Amy fu il premio degli Schneiderman, il regalo di Natale nascosto sotto un mucchio di carta appallottolata che non lo trovi finche la festa non e finita e gli ospiti sono andati tutti a casa.
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Paul Auster |
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ae16159
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In the interim, in the void between the moment he opens the door and the moment he begins to reconquer the emptiness, his mind flails in a wordless panic. It is as if he were being forced to watch his own disappearance, as if, by crossing the threshold of his room, he were entering another dimension, taking up residence inside a black hole.
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Paul Auster |
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326c0a1
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Six days ago, a man blew himself up by the side of a road in northern Wisconsin.
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Paul Auster |