I need to return briefly to a few incidents that have grown into anecdotes, to some approximate memories which time has deformed into certainty.
• Vivemos no tempo – ele contém-nos e molda-nos – mas nunca senti que o compreendesse muito bem. E não me refiro a teorias sobre o modo como cede, recua e dá meia volta, ou poderá existir algures em v...
لكن الزمن.. كيف يعلمنا الزمن في البداية ثم يربكنا. كنا نظن أننا ناضجون في الوقت الذي كنا آمنين فيه فقط. تصورنا أننا نتحلى بالمسئولية في الوقت الذي كنا فيه جبناء فقط. ما أسميناه واقعية تبين أنه ما هو إ...
Επειδή δεν μπορείτε να τα βγάλετε πέρα χωρίς το όνειρο.
The littleness of life that art exaggerates?
You marry to continue the conversation.
What was the point of scientific advance without moral advance? The railway would merely permit more people to move about, meet and be stupid together
This was another skill women were meant to learn: when a man's story had come to an end. Mostly, it wasn't a problem, as the end was thumpingly obvious; or else the narrator started snorting with laug...
There's something wrong with the young who can't be fascinated by a genius.
The more you learn, the less you fear. Learn not in the sense of academic study, but in the practical understanding of life.
The conservative, the slow-witted and the envious existed in every profession.
The best life for a writer is the life which helps him write the best books he can.
Taxi-drivers in Frankfurt are said to dislike the annual Book Fair because literary folk, instead of being shuttled to prostitutes like respectable members of other convening professions, prefer to st...
Sabía ya que sólo las viejas palabras servían: muerte, congoja, tristeza, pesar, sufrimiento. Nada moderadamente evasivo o medicinal. La aflicción es un estado humano, no médico, y aunque haya píldora...
Music escapes from words: that is its purpose, and its majesty.
La principal característica del remordimiento es que no tiene remedio: que ha pasado el tiempo de las disculpas o enmiendas
I would have to go back into my past and deal with Adrian. My philosopher friend, who gazed on life and decided that any responsible, thinking individual should have the right to reject this gift that...
How submerged does a reference have to be before it drowns?
History isn't the lies of the victors, as I once glibly assured Old Joe Hunt; I know that now. It's more the memories of the survivors, most of whom are neither victorious or defeated.
History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.