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"It is not rubbish! It is the part of people that you do not understand."
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"Often the truth is in front of your face, but your eyes and heart are so full of lies that you can't see it."
"Oh, to awake from dreaming!"
"Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound."
"We switch to another language-- not our invented language or the language we've learned from our lives. As we walk further up the mountain, we speak the language of silence. This language gives us time to think and move. We can be here and elsewhere at the same time."
"I like to think that Henry James said his classic line, "A writer is someone on whom nothing is lost," while looking for his glasses, and that they were on top of his head."
"I want to feel what I feel. What's mine. Even if it's not happiness, whatever that means. Because you're all you've got."
"I will never tell another person, "I don't understand you... and why? Because if I say that, it means that I am disabled in a way. The inability to connect to another's perspective is, I believe, a disability."
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"Expansion. That is the idea the novelist must cling to. Not completion. Not rounding off, but opening out."
"It is not difficult to stand above the conventions when we leave no hostages among them; men can always be more unconventional than women, and a bachelor of independent means need encounter no difficulties at all."
"People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness."
"Mr. Pembroke, watching his broad back, desired to bury a knife in it. The desire passed, partly because it was unclerical, partly because he had no knife, and partly because he soon blurred over what had happened. To him all criticism was "rudeness": he never heeded it, for he never needed it: he was never wrong."
"Food, the stoking-up process, the keeping alive of an individual flame, the process that begins before birth and is continued after it by the mother, and finally taken over by the individual himself, who goes on day after day putting an assortment of objects into a hole in his face without becoming surprised or bored."
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