- the rest of us are stuck in time. you knowβyou do one thing in the morning, this other thing in the afternoon, go to sleep at night. the same thing every day. but that isnβt real, is it? itβs just something we construct for ourselves. if we wanted to, we could let it go. β simone st. james, the sun down motel
- my greatest pleasure was to sit alone beside the river, or in the far corner of the garden, and let my thoughts waft away. my daydreams were in sharp contrast to real life; they were full of adventures and heroic deeds. like the heroes in the countless novels I had read in translation, I was possessed of a sweet and mysterious desire. β sabahattin ali, madonna in a fur coat
- but life was meant to be lived, as these people were doing. they were taking their share of life, and giving something back. what was I in comparison? what did my soul ever do, apart from gnawing away at me like a woodworm? this gramophone, this wooden inn, this ice-covered lake, these snow-covered trees and this jumbled crowd: they were all busy with the tasks that life had given them. there was meaning in everything they did, even if I could not see at first glance. and I was but the wheel that had spun off its axle, still searching for reasons as I wobbled off into the void. no doubt I was the most useless man in the world. the world would be no worse off without me. i expected nothing of anyone and no one expected anything of me." β sabahattin ali, madonna in a fur coat
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