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For a short moment, she felt what it was like to be Yegor. She knew how prickly were his unshaven cheeks. How frozen were his feet in their thin shoes. How loudly his heart was beating—just when he was trying to appear indifferent. How insulted he felt, how he suffered . . . But why?
“I’m serious, Sasha: what is so important about being human? Is it because you simply haven’t experienced anything else?”
Love is not when you are aroused by someone, it’s when you are afraid for that person.
By verbally identifying an object, by giving it a name, we alter it. And at the same time we prevent it from changing. A name is like a forked stick that we use to hold a snake on the ground.”
feeding on her own anger like a spider.
The thing you wear around your neck is a phantom fear, the kind you get used to . . . kind of like a familiar sprain. Nothing happened. But you believe in trouble, and that is why you lived through these minutes as if through a real tragedy.”
“None of it is your fault, drop this weight, live and be happy.”
“But there are other stimuli. Love. Ambition . . .” “There are none equal to fear,”
To live is to be vulnerable. To love is to fear. And the one who is not afraid—that person is calm like a boa constrictor and cannot love.”
She claimed the city. She sensed it within herself like one senses one’s heart in the moment of powerful joy or fear.
“Stop her! It’s not a verb, it’s a . . .” “Yes. She is Password.”
