“Fate is trying to kill me. I miss my dog. What's a doctor going to say? You're not ill, you're mad as a muffin? They'll either lock me up or tell me to get a grip and no one will believe the truth anyway.”
“I'm sorry I started all this by trying to fly and I'd take it back if I could but I can't, so please think of it from my point of view: if you die I will have a dead brother and it will be me instead of you who suffers.
Justin thought of his brother on that warm summer day, standing up on the windowsill holding both their futures, light and changeable as air, in his outstretched arms.
Of course, Justin thought, I'm part of his fate just as he's part of mine. I hadn't considered it from his point of view. Or from the point of view of the universe, either. It's just a playing field crammed full of cause and effect, billions of dominoes, each knocking over billions more, setting off trillions of actions every second. A butterfly flaps its wings in Africa and my brother in Luton thinks he can fly.
The child nodded. A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.”
“Ask any comedian, tennis player, chef. Timing is everything.”
“I love you. I'm madly in love with you. Well, madly obviously, given I'm mad as a mudlark. But you saved my life. I'd be dead without you. And you're so good to me. And you love me too. How lucky is that? Amazing! Amazingly lucky. I can't live without you. You're my lucky charm."
She felt a sudden desire to kill Justin's well-meaning friend.”
“When a creature begins to emerge from it's chrysails there is a point at which it is neither one thing nor the other, not quite grown into a new identity nor rid of the old one.
It's wings are folded and sticky, it's colours hidden. Whether it will emerge in shades of emerald and lapis lazuli or the colour of mud is yet to be revealed.
It is that long, still, moment of waiting that fascinates me utterly. The suspence of waiting for beauty to unfurl.”
“Where's your dog?" Peter's voice came from within the gushing stream of water. Justin thought he must have misheard.
"Pardon?"
"Your dog."
"Yes?"
"Isn't he with you today?" Justin looked at Peter.
"Ha bloody ha." Peter stuck his head out of the stream of water, features dripping. He smiled shyly.
"I love greyhounds." Justin stared.
"My dog is imaginary."
"Oh." Peter looked interested. "That's unusual." Justin put his head under the water. When he emerged, Peter was still looking at him.
"Less work," Peter offered, cheerily. "If the dog's imaginary, I mean. Not so much grooming, feeding, et cetera.”
“He was a peculiar sight. Tears rolling down his face, shouting to drown the sound of the singing rabbit; he said he needed help, pointed to a chicken, handed over some money, grabbed his parcel and bolted out the door in panic.
Boys, thought the butcher.
Drugs, thought the woman.
Justin Case, thought Dorothea.”
“It's just a playing field crammed full of cause and effect, billions of dominoes, each knocking over billions more, setting off trillions of actions every second.”
“The startled child gathered his thoughts.
I'm not entirely sure what the circumstances are, he said, but as a general rule I try to keep things simple. If I'm clear about what I want, other people have an easier time making me happy. It sounds basic, but most of the time it works.
"Duck." He spoke clearly, pointing to a wooden duck.”
“There he lay spooked, a spinning wheel in a celestial bowling alley.”
“How many events added up to a coincidence?
How many coincidences added up to a conspiracy?”
“Pouring breakfast cereal into a bowl, he saw his life crashing down in smoking ruins.”
“I skim through time and space at the speed of thought. The unknown is my prey, I bring it to earth in a single exquisite bound.”
“How doe we define the energy of thought versus the energy of action.”
“And then without any signal or obvious sign of tansformation, the beach was suddenly alight with fiery stones.”
“A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.”
“In the meantime, Charlie learnt to fly. Dorothea fell in love. Peter discovered a new star. And a great number of things happened to Justin. Hundreds of millions of ordinary, unexpected, and occasionally quite astonishing things.
And that was his fate.”
“It says: "Baltic Amber, fifty million years old and full of fire; warm, and enduring like love". Wonderfully romantic, don't you think? Only I don't know how to differntiate thestuff from plain old yellow stones.”
“Dear, dear," Ivan said, eyebrow raised. "So this is what Kansas looks like.”
“Yes," I said, "for the love of God!”
“…eerie in a way it is nowhere else in the world, the flats receding and the low hills rising as if they are just fields of mist and walls of fog, illusions of shapes and dimensions, reflections of reflections, and those reflections only reflections of a dream.”
“A dead body revenges not injuries.”
“The point of life isn't to avoid pain. The point of life is to be alive! To feel things. That means the good and the bad. There'll be pain. But also joy, and friendship and love. And it's worth it, believe me.”
“ها أنتم الآن تؤمنون بخرافات من نوع جديد : خرافة التصنيع ،خرافة التأميم ، خرافة الوحدة العربية ،خرافة الوحدة الإفريقية . إنكم كالأطفال تؤمنون أن في جوف الأرض كنزاً ستحصلون عليه بمعجزة ، وستحلون جميع مشاكلكم ، وتقيمون فردوساً . أوهام . أحلام يقظة . عن طريق الحقائق والأرقام والإحصائيات ، يمكن أن تقبلوا واقعكم وتتعايشوا معه وتحاولوا التغيير في حدود طاقاتكم . وقد كان بوسع رجل مثل مصطفى سعيد أن يلعب دورا لا بأس به في هذا السبيل ، لو أنه لم يتحوّل إلى مهرّج بين يدي حفنة من الإنكليز المعتوهين”
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