“It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.”
“I'm an urban New Yorker to the last molecule.”
“I don't understand why anybody old enough to know the score ever gets married, anyway. Why should love require a contract? Why put yourself into the clutches of the state and give it power over you? Why invite lawyers to fuck around with your assets? Marriage is for the immature and the insecure and the ignorant. We who see through such institutions should be content to live together without legal coercion”
“Kafamda bir sessizlik yuvarı büyüyor, genişledikçe genişleyip bütün kafatasımı kaplayarak kocaman, bomboş bir alan yaratıyor. Yavaş ilerleyen bir gerçeklik sızıntısından muzdaribim. Şeylerin sadece sınırlarını görüyorum, özlerini değil, üstelik sınırlar bile belirsizleşiyor artık.”
“I tried to be good to Judith, I tried to be kind and loving, but our hatred kept coming between us.”
“He often has followed current fads and modes in an attempt to affiliate himself more firmly with the structures of contemporary existence.”
“Okay, two brothers and a sister. Interesting. If they aren't with her, they must be too old to be affected by the psi virus, in camps, or dead.”
“Because that's what it turned into: in front of a fine painting a viewer stopped looking and started watching, watching is more specific, watching is a hunt for something, a search, the way we search for a loved one's boat on the horizon, or an elk in the trees. Before a good painting they started watching for clues to their own life.”
“Look at me." His voice was all seriousness, the teasing gone. I lifted my eyes to meet his blazing blue ones. "Don't say that. It's not true. You've given me this." He took my hand and placed it over his heart. "And this." He put his hand over my heart. "And this." He put both our hands over my belly and left them there. "There are no great gifts, Brynne.”
“He leaned towards the young man, his eyes, mouth and face all round in concentration. ‘“There was a banned crow,”’ he intoned sonorously. ‘“There was a cold day.” Not bad, eh? I learned those on the boat. Sounds like perfect Urdu, I’m told.’ He paused and frowned. ‘The devil of it is remembering which one means, “close the door,” and which one will get someone to open it.”
“You don‟t need that on your conscience.”
“His death I could handle. It's his life that I don‟t need weighing on me.”
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