“What is a writer of fiction but a liar with a licence?”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
“Fiction is a tower of glass built from a million tiny truths, grains of sand fused together to make a single, gleaming lie.”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
“That's Catholicism for you. A perpetual war between repression and excess.”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
“Datemi del romantico, se vi va. Ma io credo nel crimine perfetto. Come il vero amore, è solo questione di tempo e pazienza.”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
“Bola raz žena, vdova s tromi synmi, volali sa Čierny, Hnedý a Modrý. Čierny bol najstarší, výbušný a agresívny. Hnedý bol prostredné dieťa, tiché a nevýrazné. Modrého mala matka najradšej. A Modrý bol vrah.”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
“A história de toda a gente começa a meio da de outra pessoa, com meadas confusas de narrativa à espera de serem desenroladas. E de quem é esta história afinal?”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
“Vraj má človek len jeden život. Na internete zistíte, že to nie je pravda. Zadajte si do Googlu svoje meno a uvidíte, koľkí ďalší ho nosia. Sú to ľudia, ktorými by sme mohli byť: úbožiak, športovec, takmer slávny herec, odsúdenec čakajúci na smrť, slávny kuchár, osoba s rovnakým dátumom narodenia ako vy... tiene toho, čo mohlo byť, keby bolo všetko trochu inak.”
― Joanne Harris, quote from Blueeyedboy
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“Like every other guide or wildlife lover who is eventually eaten or trampled, I felt that I had a bond with this herd that would make me safe with them. I wanted to try my luck again.”
― Peter Allison, quote from Whatever You Do, Don't Run: True Tales Of A Botswana Safari Guide
“She closed her eyes. Said the four most comforting words she knew: "Once upon a time."
An incantation.”
― Jennifer McMahon, quote from Don't Breathe a Word
“My husband claims I have an unhealthy obsession with secondhand bookshops. That I spend too much time daydreaming altogether. But either you intrinsically understand the attraction of searching for hidden treasure amongst rows of dusty shelves or you don't; it's a passion, bordering on a spiritual illness, which cannot be explained to the unaffected.
True, they're not for the faint of heart. Wild and chaotic, capricious and frustrating, there are certain physical laws that govern secondhand bookstores and like gravity, they're pretty much nonnegotiable. Paperback editions of D. H. Lawrence must constitute no less than 55 percent of all stock in any shop. Natural law also dictates that the remaining 45 percent consist of at least two shelves worth of literary criticism on Paradise Lost and there should always be an entire room in the basement devoted to military history which, by sheer coincidence, will be haunted by a man in his seventies. (Personal studies prove it's the same man. No matter how quickly you move from one bookshop to the next, he's always there. He's forgotten something about the war that no book can contain, but like a figure in Greek mythology, is doomed to spend his days wandering from basement room to basement room, searching through memoirs of the best/worst days of his life.)
Modern booksellers can't really compare with these eccentric charms. They keep regular hours, have central heating, and are staffed by freshly scrubbed young people in black T-shirts. They're devoid of both basement rooms and fallen Greek heroes in smelly tweeds. You'll find no dogs or cats curled up next to ancient space heathers like familiars nor the intoxicating smell of mold and mildew that could emanate equally from the unevenly stacked volumes or from the owner himself. People visit Waterstone's and leave. But secondhand bookshops have pilgrims. The words out of print are a call to arms for those who seek a Holy Grail made of paper and ink.”
― Kathleen Tessaro, quote from Elegance
“Wir sind imstande, Überschallflugzeuge und Raketen ins All zu schicken, einen Verbrecher anhand eines Haars oder eines winzigen Hautpartikels zu identifizieren, eine Tomate zu züchten, die im Kühlschrank drei Monate lang völlig faltenfrei bleibt, und Milliarden von Informationen auf einem Mikrochip zu speichern. Wir sind imstande, die Leute auf der Straße sterben zu lassen.”
― Delphine de Vigan, quote from No and Me
“Докато си мислех така, появиха се миризмите и зловонията. Всичките. Гонеха се, отстъпваха си място, бягаха и се връщаха: миризмата на тераса с гълъби , и зловонието на белина, което опознах що за зловоние е, след като се ожених. И миризмата на кръв, която беше като предизвестие за миризмата на смъртта. И миризмата на сяра от ракетите и фишеците – тогава на площад „Диамант“, и миризмата на хартия от хартиените цветя, и миризмата на суха зеленина, която се ронеше по земята и образуваше килим от дребни листенца, които бяха зеленината, избягала от клонката. И силната миризма на морето. Погладих очите си с ръка. Питах се защо зловонията се наричат зловония, а миризмите – миризми и защо да не може да се казва зловония на миризмите и миризми на зловонията, и тогава се появи миризмата на Антони, когато беше бъден и после миризмата на Антони, когато спеше. – бях казал на Кимет, че може би дървоядите вместо да работят отвън навътре, работят отвътре навън и през кръглите дупчици си показват главите и се замислят за белите, които вършат. – И миризмата на децата, когато бяха малки – на мляко и на лиги, на прясно мляко и на вкиснато мляко. – Госпожа Енрикета ми беше казала, че имаме няколко живота, преплетени един в друг, но смърт или женитба, понякога, не винаги, ги разделя и истинският живот, освободен от всякакви връзки с онези няколко лоши живота, с които е обвързан, може да живее, както би трябвало да живее винаги, ако онези няколко лоши живота го бяха оставили на мира. Казваше още, че те се карат и ни измъчват, а ние нищо не знаем, как то не знаем нито за работата на сърцето, нито за голямото вълнение на червата… И миризмата на чаршафите, по б рали моето тяло и тялото на Антони, онази миризма на уморен чаршаф, който всмуква миризмата на човека. И миризмата на косите върху възглавницата, и миризмата на всички тези боклучета, които краката оставят в края на леглото, и миризмата на носените дрехи, оставени през нощта на някой стол… И миризмата на зърното, на картофите и на бутилката със сода каустик… Дръжката на ножа беше дървена, закована с три пирончета със сплескани глави, за да не може никога повече да се откачи от острието.”
― Mercè Rodoreda, quote from The Time of the Doves
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