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"Abroad? Oh no. I went to England in '91, and you stood in the garden at Fontenay and berated me. He shook his head. "This is my nation. Here I stay. A man can't carry his country on the soles of his shoes."
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"What is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry?"
"Patriotism or Nationalism without reasoning is what I call "Nationalist Fundamentalism, which is as dangerous as "Religious Fundamentalism."
"Extreme nationalism objectifies and dehumanizes those from other countries."
"In the face of impossible odds, people who love this country can change it."
"I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor."
"Abroad? Oh no. I went to England in '91, and you stood in the garden at Fontenay and berated me. He shook his head. "This is my nation. Here I stay. A man can't carry his country on the soles of his shoes."
"What is good for Germany is right, and everything that harms Germany is wrong."
"Nationalist pride, like other variants of pride, can be a substitute for self-respect."
"We need American sources of resources, we need American energy, brought to you by American ingenuity and produced by American workers."
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"There's a feeling of power in reserve, a power that drives right through the bone, like the shiver you sense in the shaft of an axe when you take it into your hand. You can strike, or you can not strike, and if you choose to hold back the blow, you can still feel inside you the resonance of the omitted thing."
"No man as godly as George, the only fault he finds with God is that he made folk with too few orifices. If George could meet a woman with a quinny under her armpit, he would call out 'Glory be' and set her up in a house and visit her every day, until the novelty wore off. Nothing is forbidden to George, you see. He'd go to it with a terrier bitch if she wagged her tail at him and said bow-wow.'For once he is struck silent. He knows he will never get it out of his mind, the picture of George in a hairy grapple with a little ratting dog."
"This is what death does to you, it takes and takes, so that all that is left of your memories is a faint tracing of spilled ash."
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"He is not a man wedded to action, Boleyn, but rather a man who stands by, smirking and stroking his beard; he thinks he looks enigmatic, but instead he looks as if he's pleasuring himself."
"The maid found a handkerchief of hers, under the bed in which she had died. A ring that had been missing turned up in his own writing desk. A tradesman arrived with fabric she had ordered three weeks ago. Each day, some further evidence of a task half finished, a scheme incomplete. He found a novel, with her place marked.And this is it."
"In the forest you may find yourself lost, without companions. You may come to a river which is not on a map. You may lose sight of your quarry, and forget why you are there. You may meet a dwarf, or the living Christ, or an old enemy of yours; or a new enemy, one you do not know until you see his face appear between the rustling leaves, and see the glint of his dagger. You may find a woman asleep in a bower of leaves. For a moment, before you don't recognise her, you will think she is someone you know."
"For I chase but one hind, he says, one strange deer timid and wild, and she leads me off the paths that other men have trod, and by myself into the depths of the wood."
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