In a Strange Room Quotes

“If I had done this, if I had said that, in the end you are always more tormented by what you didn't do than what you did, actions already performed can always be rationalized in time, the neglected deed might have changed the world.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“A journey is a gesture inscribed in space, it vanishes even as it's made. You go from one place to another place, and on to somewhere else again, and already behind you there is no trace that you were ever there.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“In his clearest moments he thinks he has lost the ability to love, people or places or things, most of all the person and place and thing that he is. Without love nothing has value, nothing can be made to matter very much.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“As a result, he is hardly ever happy in the place where he is, something in him is already moving forward to the next place, and yet he is never going towards something, always away, away”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“Memory is fiction . . . All memory is a way of reconstructing the past. . . The act of narrating a memory is the act of creating fiction. [Armitstead, Claire. “Damon Galgut talks about his novel In a Strange Room.” The Guardian. 10 September 2010.]”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“Forgive me my friend, I tried to hold on, but you fell, you fell”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“There's no theme, no moral to be learned, except for the knowledge that lightning can strike from a clear blue sky one morning and take away everything you've built, everything you've counted on, leaving wreckage and no meaning behind. It can happen to anyone, it can happen to you.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“He has always had a dread of crossing borders, he doesn't like to leave what's known and safe for the blank space beyond in which anything can happen. Everything at times of transition takes on a symbolic weight and power. But this too is why he travels. The world you're moving through flows into another one inside, nothing stays divided any more, this stands for that, weather for mood, landscape for feeling, for every object there is a corresponding inner gesture, everything turns into metaphor. The border line on a map, but also drawn inside himself somewhere.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“A journey is a gesture inscribed in space, it vanishes even as it's made. You go from one place to another place, and on to somewhere else again, and already behind you there is no trace that you were ever there. The roads you went down yesterday are full of different people now, none of them knows who you are. In the room you slept in last night a stranger lies in the bed. Dust covers over your footprints, the marks of your fingers are wiped off the door, from the floor and table the bits and pieces of evidence that you might have dropped are swept up and thrown away and they never come back again. The very air closes behind you like water and soon your presence, which felt so weighty and permanent, has completely gone. Things happen once only and are never repeated, never return. Except in memory.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“Things happen once only and are never repeated, never return. Except in memory.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“...if you are names without a nature, it's not because I don't remember, no, the opposite is true, you are remembered in me as an endless stirring and turning. But it's for this precisely that you must forgive me, because in every story of obsession there's only one character, only one plot. I am writing about myself alone, it's all I know, and for this reason I have always failed in every love, which is to say at the very heart of life.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“Sınırlardan geçmek onu hep korkutuyor, bilineni ve güvenli olanı bırakıp ötesinde her şeyin olabileceği bir boşluğa geçmek hoşuna gitmiyor. Geçiş zamanlarında her şey sembolik bir ağırlık ve güç kazanıyor. Ama yolculuk yapmasının bir nedeni de bu. İçinde hareket ettiğiniz dünya içerideki başka bir dünyaya doğru akıyor, hiçbir şey birbirinden ayrı kalamıyor, her şey bir başka şeyin temsili, hava ruh halinin, manzara duygunun, her nesneye tekabül eden bir içsel Jest var, her şey metafora dönüşüyor. Sınır haritadaki bir çizgi ama aynı zamanda içinde bir yerlerde de çizili.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“Şöyle oluyor.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“I don’t like leaving the road, my sense of vulnerability deepens, a sort of primal nervousness descends. But this is also one of the most compelling elements in travel, the feeling of dread underneath everything, it makes sensations heightened and acute, the world is charged with a power it doesn’t have in ordinary life.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“The dialogue and the gestures are tinny and false, like some kind of bright paper wrapped around the meaning of the moment.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“Everything at times of transition takes on a symbolic weight and power. But this too is why he travels. The world you’re moving through flows into another one inside, nothing stays divided any more, this stands for that, weather for mood, landscape for feeling, for every object there is a corresponding inner gesture, everything turns into metaphor. The border is a line on a map, but also drawn inside himself somewhere.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“But this is also one of the most compelling elements in travel, the feeling of dread underneath everything, it makes sensations heightened and acute, the world is charged with a power it doesn’t have in ordinary life.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“Lives leak into each other, the past lays claim to the present”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“They are being driven by a psychopathic Indian apparently bent on killing them all, overtaking on blind rises, racing some other bus to settle an old score, hurtling into corners without slowing down.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“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. The words come to him from a long way off.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“Something in him has changed, he can't seem to connect properly with the world. He feels this not as a failure of the world but as a massive failing in himself, he would like to change it but doesn't know how. In his clearest moments he thinks that he has lost the ability to love, people or places or things, most of all the person and place and thing that he is. Without love nothing has value, nothing can be made to matter very much.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“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.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“On that lonely road they looked like mirror images of each other. Perhaps each of them thought of real communication as unnecessary, words divide by multiplying, what was certain was the oneness underneath the words. But now they refrain from talking because it might reveal to them how dangerously unlike one another they are. An image in a mirror is a reversal, the reflection and the original are joined but might cancel each other out.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

“the knowledge that she was out of control showed in her face like a concealed pain.”
― Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room