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    James Joyce
    “He imagined that he stood near Emma in a wide land and, humbly and in tears, bent and kissed the elbow of her sleeve.”
    James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

  • #2
    Haruki Murakami
    “She smiles faintly, and it continues to hover around her lips. This puts me in mind of how refreshing water looks after someone's sprinkled it in a tiny hollow outside on a summer day.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
    tags: love

  • #3
    Boris Pasternak
    “Reshaping life! People who can say that have never understood a thing about life—they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat—however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself, it is infinitely beyond your or my obtuse theories about it.”
    Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

  • #4
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.”
    Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

  • #5
    William Faulkner
    “In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not. Jewel knows he is, because he does not know that he does not know whether he is or not. He cannot empty himself for sleep because he is not what he is and he is what he is not. Beyond the unlamped wall I can hear the rain shaping the wagon that is ours, the load that is no longer theirs that felled and sawed it nor yet theirs that bought it and which is not ours either, lie on our wagon though it does, since only the wind and the rain shape it only to Jewel and me, that are not asleep. And since sleep is is-not and rain and wind are was, it is not. Yet the wagon is, because when the wagon is was, Addie Bundren will not be. And Jewel is, so Addie Bundren must be. And then I must be, or I could not empty myself for sleep in a strange room. And so if I am not emptied yet, I am is.

    How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.”
    William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

  • #6
    Haruki Murakami
    “I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #7
    Sebastian Faulks
    “It seemed to Jack that if an ordinary human being, his own son, no one particular, could have this purity of mind, then perhaps the isolated deeds of virtue at which people marveled in later life were not really isolated at all; perhaps they were the natural continuation of the innocent goodness that all people brought into the world at their birth. If this was true, then his fellow-human beings were not the rough, flawed creatures that most of them supposed. Their failings were not innate, but were the result of where they had gone wrong or been coarsened by their experiences; in their hearts they remained perfectible.”
    Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong

  • #8
    Charles Dickens
    “Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #9
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
    “I will advise you to wait until you are at least in the university, wait until you own yourself a little more. Do you understand?"

    "Yes," Ifemelu said. She did not know what "own yourself a little more" meant.”
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

  • #10
    Marilynne Robinson
    “And I was left alone, in that gentle afternoon, indifferent to my clothes and comfortable in my skin, unimproved and without the prospect of improvement. It seemed to me then that Lucille would busy herself forever, nudging, pushing, coaxing, as if she could supply the will I lacked, to pull myself into some seemly shape and slip across the wide frontiers into that other world, where it seemed to me then I could never wish to go. For it seemed to me that nothing I had lost, or might lose, could be found there [...]”
    Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping



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