Last Night in Montreal Quotes

“Forever is the most dizzying word in the English language. The idea of staying in one place forever was like standing at the border of a foreign country, peering over the fence and trying to imagine what life might be like on the other side, and life on the other side was frankly unimaginable.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“She moved over the surface of life the way figure skaters move, fast and choreographed, but she never broke through the ice, she never pierced the surface and descended into those awful beautiful waters, she was never submerged and she never learned to swim in those currents, these currents: all the shadows and light and splendorous horrors that make up the riptides of life on earth.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“Stop looking for me. I'm not missing; I do not want to be found. I wish to remain vanishing. I don't want to go home.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“Michaela wasn't someone Lilia ever trusted, but there was a certain kinship; she shared Lilia's suspicion that the world might prove, in the end, to have been either a mirage or a particularly elaborate hoax. ”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“She slipped so easily into the folds of his life”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“I wanted to be her north star. I wanted to be her map. I wanted to drink coffee with her in the cafes in the morning and do things, as you do, as she did, instead of just philosophizing about them and deconstructing their endless Russian-doll layers of meaning. I was alone before I met her. I wanted to disappear with her, and fold her into my life. I wanted to be her compass. I wanted to be her last speaker, her interpreter, her language. I wanted to be her translator, Zed, but none of the languages we knew were the same.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“She loved details, and the world, and inevitably became lost in both. Violently beautiful sunsets could reduce her to tears. She was virtually incapacitated by fireflies.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“It occurred to her that this was what being caught might be like. The white-hot flash of recognition and then her life blown open, a radioactive mirror in a wasteland, her secretive life torn asunder and scattered outward in disarray.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“About how you can skate over the surface of the world for your entire life, visiting, leaving, without ever really falling through. But you can’t do that, it isn’t good enough. You have to be able to fall through. You have to be able to sink, to immerse yourself. You can’t just skate over the surface and visit and leave.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“I want to find you. I want to disappear with you. I want to find you, and in the finding to make you disappear into me. I want to be your language. I want to be your translator. I want to be your dictionary. I want to be your map. I wish, I wish, I wish I knew where you are tonight.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“She was unmoored and her memories were eroding in the sunlight,”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“She was unsettling. But sometimes there was something perfect about it.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“What she aspired to was a kind of delirious perfection. What Lilia wanted was to travel, but not only that; she wanted to be a citizen of everywhere, free-wheeling and capable of instant flight.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“If the dreams of the last speaker of Chamicuro won't survive the passage into another language, then what else has been lost? What else that was expressible in that language cannot be said in another?”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“The streets were haunted with a terrible conspiracy of normalcy...”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“It was never very easy to reach her, like loving someone who was rarely in the same room”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“His only part in the story: to observe and remember the chain of events. Not all of us will be cast in the greatest dramas. Someone has to remember them.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“They shared a suspicion that the world might prove, in the end, to have been either a mirage or a particularly elaborate hoax.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“He began to feed her pomegranate beads, two or three at a time, and she stopped weeping long before her lips were stained red.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“In Yupik, a language spoken by the Inuit along the Bering Sea, there is Ellam Yua: a kind of spiritual debt to the natural world, or a way of moving through that world with some measure of generosity, of grace, or a way of living that acknowledges the soul of another human being, or the soul of a rock or of a piece of driftwood; sometimes translated as soul, or as God, but meaning neither.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“Not all of us will be cast in the greatest dramas. Someone has to remember them.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“He heard a dresser drawer slide shut in the bedroom.

She came out dressed all in black, as she almost always did, and carrying the three pieces of a plate that had fallen off the bed the night before; it was a light shade of blue, and sticky with pomegranate juice. He heard her dropping it into the kitchen trash can before she wandered past him into the living room. She stood in front of his sofa, running her fingers through her hair to test for dampness, her expression a little blank when he glanced up at her, and it seemed to him later that she’d been considering something, perhaps making up her mind. But then, he played the morning back so many times that the tape was ruined—later it seemed possible that she’d simply been thinking about the weather, and later still he was even willing to consider the possibility that she hadn’t stood in front of the sofa at all—had merely paused there, perhaps, for an instant that the stretched-out reel extended into a moment, a scene, and finally a major plot point.

Later he was certain that the first few playbacks of that last morning were reasonably accurate, but after a few too many nights of lying awake and considering things, the quality began to erode. In retrospect the sequence of events is a little hazy, images running into each other and becoming slightly confused: she’s across the room, she’s kissing him for a third time—and why doesn’t he look up and kiss her? Her last kiss lands on his head—and putting on her shoes; does she kiss him before she puts on her shoes, or afterward? He can’t swear to it one way or the other. Later on he examined his memory for signs until every detail seemed ominous, but eventually he had to conclude that there was nothing strange about her that day. It was a morning like any other, exquisitely ordinary in every respect.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“...they shared a suspicion that the world might prove, in the end, to have been either a mirage or a particularly elaborate hoax.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“She liked books, but the hours spent in small-town libraries were tedious, and she began the first list when she was eight or nine as a means of distraction. A list of names, eventually expanding to ten or twelve pages: Lilia, Gabriel, Anna, Michelle. In every town her name was different.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“Montreal was less than two inches to the north.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“He had decided before the accident not to chase them anymore, but the circumstances of the accident made him fear for Lilia's safety. he would never bring her in, not anymore; all he wanted now was to watch over her. Michaela had been reading his notes for years, but his notes were only part of it: the other part was the way he woke up at night in his bed in Montreal and knew where Lilia was, the way he could glance at a map of the United Staes and realize with absolute, inexplicable certainty that she was in West Virginia, the way he tried to ignore his terrifying clairvoyance and forget where she was and couldn't, the way he knew where she was but had to keep driving south to check, the horror of always being right: he saw her face in the crowd on Sunset Boulevard, he stepped into a hardware store in St. Louis at the moment she stepped out of the deli across the street, he stood on a corner in a run-down neighborhood in Chicago and watched her emerge from an apartment building down the block. After each sighting he returned north more depleted, more frightened, less intact.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“He wasn't too caught up in the words to notice that she was tracing the contours of wings over his shoulder blades.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“that talent skips generations and partly to appease two sets of disappointed grandparents,”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“Safety is a car driving quickly away.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal

“You can skate over the surface of the world for your entire life, visiting, leaving, without ever really falling through. But you can’t do that, it isn’t good enough. You have to be able to fall through. You have to be able to sink, to immerse yourself. You can’t just skate over the surface and visit and leave.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal