“He breaks into that signature smile of his, and for the first time, I find it heartbreaking. But then, isn’t that always the case with a smile—when you know it’s not meant for you?”—Alexandra Monir (Time Keeper)
“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”—Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
“Very gently and quietly, almost as if it were the blood singing in her veins, or the water of the stream running over stones, she became conscious of a new feeling within her. She wondered for a moment what it was, and then said to herself, with a little surprise at recognising in her own person so famous a thing: is happiness.”—Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out.
I certainly was not planning to embark on anything so long, I wanted to write books that did not exceed the capacity of my head, if I can put it that way, that I could skim through panoptically. But something like a wave began to get bigger and bigger and to engulf me, as though it was saying to me “Don’t be so cautious with your own life.”
-Pascal Quignard, from Wandering Shadows or the Insecurity of Thinking, an interview conducted by Catherine Argand +