“One day Bird had approached his father with this question; he was six years old: Father, where was I a hundred years before I was born? Where will I be a hundred years after I die? Father, what will happen to me when I die? Without a word, his young father had punched him in the mouth, broke two of his teeth and bloodied his face, and Bird forgot the fear of death.”
“…I kept trying to run away. And I almost did. But it seems that reality compels you to live properly when you live in the real world.”
“Right now you're about the least attractive Bird I've ever seen...But I'll sleep with you just the same. I haven't been fastidious about morality since my husband committed suicide; besides, even if you intend to have the most disgusting kind of sex with me, I'm sure I'll discover something genuine in no matter what we do.”
“في هذا العصر الخاص بنا من الصعب الجزم بالقول بأن كونك تحيا أفضل من كونك لم تولد من الأصل.”
“You’re right about this being limited to me, it’s entirely a personal matter. But with some personal experiences that lead you way into a cave all by yourself, you must eventually come to a side tunnel or something opens on a truth that concerns not just yourself but everyone. And with that kind of experience at least the individual is rewarded for his suffering. Like Tom Sawyer! He had to suffer in a pitch-black cave, but at the same time he found his way out into the light he also found a bag of gold! But what I’m experiencing personally now is like digging a vertical mine shaft in isolation; it goes straight down to a hopeless depth and never opens on anybody else’s world. So I can sweat and suffer in that same dark cave and my personal experience won’t result in so much as a fragment of significance for anybody else. Hole-digging is all I’m doing, futile, shameful hole-digging; my Tom Sawyer is at the bottom of a desperately deep mine shaft and I wouldn’t be surprised if he went mad!”
“Once a person has been poisoned by self-deception, he can't make decisions about himself as neatly as all that.”
“يبدو أن الواقع يرغمك على أن تحيا بشكل صحيح عندما تعيش عالم الواقع.. أقصد، حتى لو سعيت أن تقع تحت طائلة الخداع، تجد في مكان ما على طول الخط أن اختيارك الوحيد هو أن تتجنبه.”
“I wonder if it's suffering."
"What, our generation?"
"The baby!”
“In this age of ours it's hard to say with certainty that having lived was better than not having been born in the first place.”
“ Once a person has been poisoned by self-deception, he can't make decisions about himself as neatly as all that," Himiko said, elaborating her friend's terrific prophecy; " You won't get a divorce Bird. You'll justify yourself like crazy, and try to salvage your married life by confusing the real issues. A decision like divorce is beyond you now, Bird, the poison has gone to work. And you know how the story ends ? Not even your own wife will trust you absolutely, and one day you'll discover for yourself that your entire private life is in the shadow of deception and in the end you'll destroy yourself. Bird, the first signs of self-destruction have appeared already!"
" But that's a blind alley! Leave it to you to paint the most hopeless future you can think of. " Bird lunged at jocularity...”
“Δεν ήμουν κατάλληλα προετοιμασμένος για το ρόλο του πατέρα κι έτσι δεν μπόρεσα ν' αποκτήσω ένα φυσιολογικό παιδί.”
“In silence, Bird reflected sadly on his wife's misconception of the nature of Swahili.”
“You’re a comfort to me,” he said simply. “I mean to be. I bet you haven’t been comforted once since all this began. And that’s not good, Bird. At a time like this you must be careful to have someone comfort you almost more than you need at least once. Otherwise you’ll find yourself helpless when the time comes to summon up your courage and break away from chaos.”
“… Bird’s waking dream was harsh, the reverse face of the innocent dream that had ushered him into sleep, a thing armored in burrs that inspired anguish. Sleep for Bird was a funnel which he entered through the wide and easy entrance and had to leave by the narrow exit.”
“Peril-ridden and fragile, the imperfect human body, what a shameful thing it was!”
“Μια μέρα ο Μπερντ, ήταν έξι χρόνων, είχε κάνει μια ερώτηση στον πατέρα του: "Πού βρισκόμουν, πατέρα, εκατό χρόνια πριν γεννηθώ; Πού θα βρίσκομαι εκατό χρόνια μετά το θάνατό μου; Τι θα απογίνω, πατέρα, όταν πεθάνω;" Χωρίς να του πει λέξη, ο νεαρός πατέρας του είχε δώσει μια γροθιά στο στόμα, του έσπασε δύο δόντια, το πρόσωπό του πλημμύρισε στο αίμα κι ο Μπερντ ξέχασε το φόβο του θανάτου. Τρεις μήνες αργότερα ο πατέρας του είχε φυτέψει μια σφαίρα στο κεφάλι του.”
“The baby was no longer on the verge of death; no longer would the sweet, easy tears of mourning melt it away as if it were a simple jelly. The baby continued to live, and it was oppressing Bird, even beginning to attack him. Swaddled in skin as red as shrimp which gleamed with the luster of scar tissue, the baby was beginning ferociously to live, dragging its anchor of a heavy lump. A vegetable existence? Maybe so; a deadly cactus.”
“Evening was deepening, and the fever of early summer, like the temperature of a dead giant, had dropped completely from the covering air.”
“Ωστόσο η σειρήνα ήταν γι' αυτόν ένα κινούμενο αντικείμενο: πλησίαζε από κάποια απόσταση, έμενε για λίγο και απομακρυνόταν. Τώρα η σειρήνα ήταν ένα με αυτόν, σαν αρρώστια που την κουβαλούσε μέσα του. Αυτή η σειρήνα δεν θα απομακρυνόταν ποτέ.”
“Σε ποια κατηγορία νεκρών θα κατέτασσες, θα κατηγορούσες και θα καταδίκαζες ένα μωρό με λειτουργίες φυτού, που είχε πεθάνει τη στιγμή που είχε γεννηθεί;”
“If there’s one thing that makes a man sick, it’s to have his ale poured out of an ugly hand.”
“She did feel it. A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in the mountains. She put her head down in her arms and cried, and her cheeks were salt and wet. She cried for the waste of her years in bondage to a useless evil. She wept in pain, because she was free.
What she had begun to learn was the weight of liberty. Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.”
“It’s funny how the same thing a man loves, is the same thing that he hates. What makes me stand out as a woman is that I have nonnegotiable principles, strength, and faith in my people. From the time that we shared you seemed to love that, admire it, even. Now you hate it because my ways have isolated you. The truth is, you’ve isolated yourself.”
“A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks:
“Aren’t you tired of waiting?”
“Yes,” answers the rose, “but if I close my petals, I will wither and die.”
“An answering smile drifted across his tanned face. "What is mine, I intend to
keep.”
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