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“Why! Why!” he said disdainfully. “Good God, can’t anyone do something without asking why? Just like that! Because you feel like it!
-Zorba
— Oct 05, 2026 06:56AM
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p.45 “One thing at a time in a proper order. Right now we’ve got pilaf in front of us;let our minds be pilaf. Tomorrow we’ll have lignite in front of us, so let our minds, the., be lignite. No half measures—understand?”
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p.43 “The body, too, has a soul Take pity on it; it’s our donkey, you know. If you don’t feed your donkey, it will abandon you halfway to your destination.” Body=Your “Donkey”
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p.42 “Yet my heart was slowly being aroused. Dark voices rose from inside me and I knew the caller. Whenever I remained alone for a moment, he [ego], suffering from unmentionable desires and vehement, exaggerated hopes, moaned inside me, expecting me to bring him salvation.”
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“God, instead of hurling his thunderbolt to incinerate us, gives us freedom. I don’t understand anything.”
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“God, instead of hurling his thunderbolt to incinerate us, gives us freedom. I don’t understand anything.”
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p.27 “BUDDAH: I have an obedient and free soul; for years bow I have trained her and taught her to play with me. And you my heavens, may rain as much as you please.”
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On Zorba:
- “the creative artlessness, renewed at each daybreak, that views everything unceasingly as though for the First Time, bequeathing virginity to the everlasting quotidian elements of wind, sea, fire, women, and bread; the sureness of hand, the freshness of heart, the gallant stalwart’s ability to poke fun at his own soul for seeming to harbor a power high than the soul…”
— Oct 04, 2026 12:34PM
- “the creative artlessness, renewed at each daybreak, that views everything unceasingly as though for the First Time, bequeathing virginity to the everlasting quotidian elements of wind, sea, fire, women, and bread; the sureness of hand, the freshness of heart, the gallant stalwart’s ability to poke fun at his own soul for seeming to harbor a power high than the soul…”

