Some crime against nature is about to be committed. I feel it in my veins. These men and boys are grocers and clerks, gardeners and fathers - fathers of small children. A country cannot bear to lose them. Sebastian Faulks More Quotes by Sebastian Faulks More Quotes From Sebastian Faulks A bit of the vagueness of music stops you going completely mad, I imagine. Sebastian Faulks vagueness mad imagine My own diagnosis of my problem is a simpler one. It's that I share 50 per cent of my genome with a banana and 98 per cent with a chimpanzee. Banana's don't do psychological consistency. And the tiny part of us that's different - the special Homo sapiens bit - is faulty. It doesn't work. Sorry about that. Sebastian Faulks consistency special sorry This intimacy is not necessary; no one is compelling me to open my inmost self and lay it naked, undefended, against that of another – merely for the joy of the communion. Sebastian Faulks naked self joy This is how most people live: alive, but not conscious; conscious but not aware; aware, but intermittently. Sebastian Faulks alive conscious people I never for a moment considered killing myself, because it wouldn't have achieved anything. Sebastian Faulks killing-myself killing moments The physical shock took away the pain of being. Sebastian Faulks shock pain One of the hardest things about being alive is being with other people. Sebastian Faulks hardest alive people We all operate on different levels of awareness. Half the time I don't know what I'm doing. Sebastian Faulks levels different half It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace. Sebastian Faulks silent breathe peace Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive. Sebastian Faulks inexplicable alive feelings My direction? Anywhere. Because one is always nearer by not keeping still. Sebastian Faulks stills From an early age she had developed the art of being alone and generally preferred her own company to anyone else’s. She read books at enormous speed and judged them entirely on her ability to remove her from her material surroundings. In almost all the unhappiest days of her life she had been able to escape from her own inner world by living temporarily in someone else’s, and on the two or three occasions that she had been too upset to concentrate she had been desolate. Sebastian Faulks two book art The men loved jokes, though they had heard each one before. Jack's manner was persuasive; few of them had seen the old stories so well delivered. Jack himeself laughed a little, but he was able to see the effect his performance had on his audience. The noise of their laughter roared like the sea in his ears. He wanted it louder and louder; he wanted them to drown out the war with their laughter. If the could should loud enough, they might bring the world back to its senses; they might laugh loud enough to raise the dead. Sebastian Faulks laughter men war . . . she read with undifferentiated glee . . . Sebastian Faulks glee If at the one moment in your life when the chance of something transcendental is offered to you, if you have this chance to move beyond the surface of things, to understand - and you say, No, maybe not... What then? How do you explain the rest of your life to yourself? How do you pass the time until you die? Do you substitute for that an interest in what - eating? Do you spend the next sixty years trying to be fascinated by the act of breathing? Sebastian Faulks breathing years moving I suppose that each of us may have a great moment in our life, a month, a week a year, when we are most fully what we are meant to be Sebastian Faulks months may years Depression - that limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction - had over the years worked itself out in Charlotte's life in a curious pattern. Its onset was often imperceptible: like an assiduous housekeeper locking up a rambling mansion, it noiselessly went about and turned off, one by one, the mind's thousand small accesses to pleasure. Sebastian Faulks black depression years Lonely's like any other organism; competitive and resourceful in the struggle to perpetuate itself. Sebastian Faulks organisms lonely struggle He wrote one more paragraph for his own sake, to see what he had to say. Sebastian Faulks paragraph sake He saw a picture in his mind of a terrible piling up of the dead. It came from his contemplation of the church, but it had its own clarity: the row on row, the deep rotting earth hollowed out to hold them, while the efforts of the living, with all their works and wars and great buildings, were no more than the beat of a wing against the weight of time. Sebastian Faulks effort wings war
