I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.
David MitchellMots clés cloud-atlas
You underestimate humanity's ability to bring such evil into being.
David MitchellWhy does any martyr cooperate with his judases?
David MitchellA Titus Andronicus catalog of threats beat at the door. They haunt my nightmares still.
David MitchellA volley of hailstones began abruptly, filled the woods with a frenzied percussion
David MitchellJudith Rey watches the young woman. Once upon a time, I had a baby daughter. I dressed her in frilly frocks, enrolled her for ballet classes, and sent her to horse-riding camp five summers in a row. But look at her. She turned into Lester anyway. She kisses Luisa’s forehead. Luisa frowns, suspiciously, like a teenager. “What?
David MitchellMots clés growing-up parents identity children human-nature mother father daughter roles
At dawn the waves looked like mountain ranges tipped with gold as sunbeams slanted low under burgundy clouds.
David MitchellMots clés nature sun water clouds waves
Dreamt I stood in a china shop so crowded from floor to far-off ceiling with shelves of porcelain antiques, etc. that moving a muscle would cause several to fall and smash to bits. Exactly what happened but instead of a crashing noise, an august chord rang out, half cello, half celeste, D major (?), held for four beats. My wrist knocked a Ming vase affair off its pedestal-E flat. Whole string section, glorious, transcendant, angels wept. Deliberately now, smashed a figurine of an ox for the next note, then a milkmaid, then Saturday's Child-orgy of shrapnel filled the air, divine harmonies my head.
David MitchellRevolting’ was the last word I ever spoke as someone who’d never kissed a girl.
David MitchellMots clés humor relationships
Finished in a frenzy that reminded me of our last night in Cambridge. Watched my final sunrise. Enjoyed a last cigarette. Didn’t think the view could be any more perfect until I saw that beat-up trilby. Honestly, Sixsmith, as ridiculous as that thing makes you look, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. Watched you for as long as I dared. I don’t believe it was a fluke that I saw you first. I believe there is another world waiting for us, Sixsmith. A better world, and I’ll be waiting for you there. I believe we do not stay dead long. Find me beneath the Corsican stars, where we first kissed.
Yours eternally, R.F.
Mots clés love lovers suicide-note cloud-atlas love-letter
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