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from 'what i loved' by siri hustvedt.
"i had fallen in love before, but in almost every case i had arrived at a moment of fatigue and boredom" (8)
"'in my work, i want to create doubt.' he stopped and smiled at me. 'because that's what we're sure of'" (12)
"'forgetting,' i said, 'is probably as much a part of life as remembering. we're all amnesiacs'" (18)
"we're spent years living inside each other" (57)
"i looked across at the trees that had burst into full leaf and had a sensation of ineffable strangeness. being alive is inexplicable, i thought. consciousness itself is inexplicable. there is nothing ordinary in the world" (233)
"i found myself struggling to understand how time can be measured on a disc, a circle with hands that return to the same positions over and over again. that logical revolution looked like a mistake. time isn't circular, i thought. that's wrong" (355)
"every story we tell about ourselves can only be told in the past tense. it winds backward from where we now stand, no longer the actors in the story but the spectators who have chosen to speak" (365)
"i had fallen in love before, but in almost every case i had arrived at a moment of fatigue and boredom" (8)
"'in my work, i want to create doubt.' he stopped and smiled at me. 'because that's what we're sure of'" (12)
"'forgetting,' i said, 'is probably as much a part of life as remembering. we're all amnesiacs'" (18)
"we're spent years living inside each other" (57)
"i looked across at the trees that had burst into full leaf and had a sensation of ineffable strangeness. being alive is inexplicable, i thought. consciousness itself is inexplicable. there is nothing ordinary in the world" (233)
"i found myself struggling to understand how time can be measured on a disc, a circle with hands that return to the same positions over and over again. that logical revolution looked like a mistake. time isn't circular, i thought. that's wrong" (355)
"every story we tell about ourselves can only be told in the past tense. it winds backward from where we now stand, no longer the actors in the story but the spectators who have chosen to speak" (365)