“I may be indigent in name, position, and in appearance, but in my own mind I am an unrivaled goddess -”
“I have finally concluded, maybe that's what life is about: there's a
lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no
longer the same. It's as if those strains of music created a sort of
interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to
us, an always within never. Yes, that's it, an always within never.”
“I have read so many books. And yet, like most Autodidacts, I am never
quite sure of what I have gained from them. There are days when I feel I
have been able to grasp all there is know in one single gaze, as if
invisible branches suddenly spring out of no where, weaving together all
the disparate strands of my reading. And then suddenly the meaning
escapes, the essence evaporates and no matter how often I reread the
same lines they seem to flee ever further with each subsequent reading
and I see myself as some mad old fool who thinks her stomach is full
because she's been reading the menu.”
“They didn't recognize me," I repeat.
He stops in turn, my hand still on his arm.
"It is because they have never seen you," he says. "I would recognize you anywhere.”
“But many intelligent people have a sort of bug: they think intelligence
is an end in itself. They have one idea in mind: to be intelligent,
which is really stupid. And when intelligence takes itself for its own
goal, it operates very strangely: the proof that it exists is not to be
found in the ingenuity or simplicity of what it produces, but in how
obscurely it is expressed.”
“I may know that the world is an ugly place, I still don't want to see it.”
“People think that children don't know anything. It's enough to make you
wonder if grownups were ever children once upon a time.”
“I know that they're all unhappy because nobody loves the right person
the way they should and because they don't understand that it's really
their own self that they're mad at.”
“...This is the first time I have met someone who seeks out people and
who sees beyond...We never look beyond our assumptions and, what's
worse, we have given up trying to meet others; we just meet ourselves.
We don't recognize each other because other people have become our
permanent mirrors. If we actually realized this, if we were to become
aware of the fact that we are alone in the wilderness, we would go
crazy...As for me, I implore fate to give me the chance to see beyond
myself and truly meet someone.”
“If, in our world, there is any chance of becoming the person you
haven't yet become...will I know how to seize that chance, turn my life
into a garden that will be completely different from my forebears'?”
“I'm afraid to go into myself and see what's going on in there.”
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