“الناس يعتزون دوما بما يجدون أنفسهم فيه ويفتخرون بما لا يختارون”
“A novel does not assert anything, a novel poses questions... The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. When Don Quixote went out into the world, that world turned into a mystery before his eyes. That is the legacy of the first European novel to the entire subsequent history of the novel. The novelist teaches the reader to comprehend the world as a question. There is wisdom and tolerance in that attitude.”
“People snare when I tell them that I’m an emotional prostitute. But after my rebuttal, they begin to realize that they are one too. Like me, they have pimped their emotions for the affections of another. Like me, they’ve gone through life tormented by the idea of living a happily ever after, not realizing that the ever after isn’t so happy.”
“When you re younger you re so happy to get some good loving you convince yourself you re in love, can t live with out it, and chase the dick like a crack addict after the pipe, or chase the bad sex hoping something happened to the man over night and the next time it ll be good.”
“يجب أن يكون الانسان حكيما باعتدال ولكن ليس مفرط الحكمة حتى لا يعرف قدره مسبقا”
“Qu est-ce que le roman, en effet, sinon cet univers où l action trouve sa forme, où les mots de la fin sont prononcés, les êtres livrés aux êtres, où toute vie prend le visage du destin. Le monde romanesque n est que la correction de ce monde-ci, suivant le désir profond de l homme. Car il s agit bien du même monde. La souffrance est la même, le mensonge et l amour. Les héros ont notre langage, nos faiblesses, nos forces. Leur univers n est ni plus beau ni plus édifiant que le nôtre. Mais eux, du moins, courent jusqu au bout de leur destin, et il n est même jamais de si bouleversants héros que ceux qui vont jusqu à l extrémité de leur passion.[...] Voici donc un monde imaginaire, mais créé par la correction de celui-ci, un monde où la douleur peut, si elle le veut, durer jusqu à la mort, où les passions ne sont jamais distraites, où les êtres sont livrés à l idée fixe et toujours présents les uns aux autres. L homme s y donne enfin à lui-même la forme et la limite apaisante qu il poursuit en vain dans sa condition. Le roman fabrique du destin sur mesure. C est ainsi qu il concurrence la création et qu il triomphe, provisoirement, de la mort.”
“Laf aramızda, sen neden sinir krizi geçiriyorsun acaba? yani, bütün gücün kuvvetinle çöküntüye uğrayabiliyorsan eğer, neden aynı enerjiyi sapasağlam ayakta kalmak için harcamıyorsun?”
“You know what feels really fucking awesome? Loving someone so much that it s all consuming. Telling that person you love them, even though they refuse to say it back. And then finally hearing them say that they do love you, but to someone else. To someone they have slept with. Someone that isn t you. I want to forget I heard those three words. I want to dissolve the images I have in my heard of her with him. I think I m going to throw up.”
“بعض الكلمات صفعة، تهوي بك حتى مغارة الحزن، وتحيل وقتك إلى ظلام حالك.”
“Kamu bener-bener selalu ngedapetin apa yang kamu mau ya? | Nggak semuanya. Karena aku belum memiliki kamu lagi. - Good Fight”
“Durante tantos milenios como llevan existiendo, los humanos no han comprendido en realidad qué es el amor. ¿Cuánto hay de físico y cuánto de mental en todo eso? ¿Cuándo es accidente y cuándo destino? ¿Por qué se destruyen parejas que son perfectas y funcionan otras que parecen imposibles? No conozco las respuestas mejor que ellos. El amor está simplemente donde está.”
“نحن نسأل عن الآخرين لنخبرهم عنا.”
“Why else do we write and write except to move our readers?”
“Pembalasan paling indah yang sangat pedih adalah lewat novel.”
“Madam Kluger, pufoasă, apretată şi cu genele atât de albe încât par pudrate cu zahăr, îmi face un cornet artistic [...]”
“But there is no doubt that to attempt a novel of ideas is to give oneself a handicap: the parochialism of our culture is intense. For instance, decade after decade bright young men and women emerge from their universities able to say proudly: Of course I know nothing about German literature. It is the mode. The Victorians knew everything about German literature, but were able with a clear conscience not to know much about the French.”
“Before I could answer, there was a soft knock on the door. I turned to see an auburn-haired, green-eyed, freckle-faced young woman walk in. Her hair was a mass of soft curls and she wore no makeup. My first impression was to describe her as a plain-Jane. On closer inspection, hers was a strong and unique face. She dressed in slacks, silk blouse, and no visible jewelry. All of which, to me, indicated serene confidence. Her green eyes were piercing with almost a wild look to them. She handed the contract copies to the lawyer.”