Here I am of the air, a beautiful thing for the light to shine on. Perhaps you will remember that. I am...
Paul AusterTag: city-of-glass auster peter-stillman
Eds atbildot kaut ko noņurd un piedāvā Bovenam apsēsties, negaidīti pieminēdams fragmentu no "Voldenas", kad ar žestu norāda uz vienīgo krēslu istabā. Toro teica, ka viņa mājā esot trīs krēsli, Eds ieminas. Viens vientulībai, otrs draudzībai un trešais sabiedrībai. Man ir tikai viens krēsls vientulībai. Ja vēl piemer klāt gultu, varbūt sanāk divi draudzībai.
Paul AusterTag: meta-quote
لا شيء يدوم , ولا حتى الأفكار التي في رأسك . وينبغي ألا تهدر وقتك في البحث عنها , فعندما تختفي , تكون تلك نهايتها .
Paul AusterTag: في-بلاد-الأشياء-ا
We all want to believe in impossible things, I suppose, to persuade ourselves that miracles can happen.
Paul AusterTag: miracle believe impossible persuade
As long as a man had the courage to reject what society told him to do, he could live life on his own terms. To what end? To be free. But free to what end? To read books, to write books, to think.
Paul AusterTag: philosophy
It often happens that things are other than what they seem, and you can get yourself into trouble by jumping to conclusions.
Paul AusterGuilt kept me going. It was impossible not to blame myself for what had happened, but even guilt was a comfort. It was a human feeling, a sign that I was still attached to the same world that other men lived in.
Paul AusterThe story is not in the words; it's in the struggle.
Paul AusterNo one was to blame for what happened, but that does not make it any less difficult to accept. It was all a matter of missed connections, bad timing, blundering in the dark. We were always in the right place at the wrong time, the wrong place at the right time, always just missing each other, always just a few inches from figuring the whole thing out. That's what the story boils down to, I think. A series of lost chances. All the pieces were there from the beginning, but no one knew how to put them together.
Paul AusterTag: missed-connections
By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where he was.
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