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Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in.
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Maybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.
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The best point of my novels, I think, is their humor. I want to keep many my works humorous.
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If you listen to the radio for a whole hour there's maybe one decent song. The rest is mass-produced garbage.
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Let the world move along as it pleased. If it had any business with him, it would be sure to tell him.
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When people tell a lie about something, they have to make up a bunch of lies to go with the first one. ‘Mythomania’ is the word for it.
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You said that the mind is like the wind but perhaps it is we who are like the wind Knowing nothing, simply blowing through. Never aging, never dying.
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You're afraid of imagination and even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the resposibility that begins in dreams. But you have to sleep and dreams are a part of sleep. When you're awake you can suppress imagination but you can't supress dreams.
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A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.
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Writing is fun - at least mostly. I write for four hours every day. After that I go running. As a rule, 10 kilometers (6.2 miles). That's easy to manage.
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I'm not a fast reader. I like to linger over each sentence, enjoying the style. If I don't enjoy the writing, I stop.
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I learned that realism can come in all shapes and sizes. The world is big enough for different values to coexist.
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He was silent for thirty seconds, maybe a minute. I uncrossed my legs under the table and wondered if this was the right moment to leave. It was as if my whole life revolved around trying to judge the right point in a conversation to say goodbye.
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My priority is my books, at least at this point. What I have to do is write the narrative of this time.
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Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.
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Everybody feels safe belonging not to the excluded minority but to the excluding majority. You think, Oh, I’m glad that’s not me. It’s basically the same in all periods in all societies. If you belong to the majority, you can avoid thinking about lots of troubling things.
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That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution.
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Judging the mistakes of strangers is an easy thing to do - and it feels pretty good.
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I get up early in the morning, 4 o'clock, and I sit at my desk and what I do is just dream. After three or four hours, that's enough. In the afternoon, I run.
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I'm not so weird to me.
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If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
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...most people in the world don't really use their brains to think. And people who don't think are the ones who don't listen to others.
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For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesnt begin at all.
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I'm the kind of person who has to totally commit to whatever I do.