The novel is filled with crazy older men who are delusionally invested in the sense of their own glory and importance, and who are comically clueless. We have one of those guys in the White House right now, so it feels way more relevant even than it was a couple of years ago, catch-22.

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When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't.

Luke Davies

overcoming-addiction recovery alcohol

It's not that photography recaptures the world you have been in; more that it creates a new one: photographs are like Post-It Notes reminding us of the deep architectonic forms of space and thought.

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space photography world

From time to time it has struck me that as a writer, I've somehow managed to live my life as I had long ago dreamt of doing, based on the Tintin paradigm: on my toes, travelling, senses attentuated, everything just adventure and exploration, curiosity and problem-solving.

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long-ago adventure art

And I come to realise that all my small todays, the way I act, will lead into my tomorrows.

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tomorrow today way

Imperceptibly, more time passes when I'm not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-making. It is immeasurably sad.

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our-love together remember

Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by nervous energy, which winds up looking like bewildered joy.

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joy wind people

The very concept of solid ground is a myth. The galaxy itself is adrift.

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adrift myth galaxy

Love could be fractured and serve different purposes, and that intense love could be divided, between people just as easily as between moments of time.

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different purpose people

If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

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pain stills would-be

For the Tintin books were my emotional universe. To read them felt quite simply like being loved: in advance and by an entire world of pure possibility, my future. But to write to the author was to reach out for the lover. Even today, the power of reading one remains visceral: each book acts as a form of transportation, not just to the emotional landscape of this first literary love affair but to very specific memories.

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reading memories art

I learnt too late that what is most important to us is always most precious at the moment it occurs, and it is precious in its absolute immediacy and not as some vague confirmation of future directions; since the only certain fact, aside from death, is the flimsiness of everything.

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important too-late facts

Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it.

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imagine ends way

I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act. We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.” -In the yellow time of pollen

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yellow snow water

What passes relentlessly through the years is blood, and time; all the bitterness or warmth along the way is almost incidental. Even blood gets forgotten eventually, bleached into myth which are bleached of all colour into ashes of myth.

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blood way years

Comfort is beauty muted by heroin. Sadness is beauty drained by lack of it.

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heroin sadness comfort

Drought brings out the worst in us and it's easy to hate your fellow human beings.

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worst hate easy

The wonder to me is not that she made it through at all but that she made it through so relatively intact, so vibrant. So free of bitterness and so empty of resentment.

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bitterness resentment wonder

When you think you are in love, you don't want to know about the things that could end it.

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want love-you thinking

You're beautiful, but you're somewhere else. That's okay. I can handle that. But we won't continue as friends, not just now. I like you as a lover, not a friend.

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somewhere-else i-like-you beautiful

In the presence of their love I sensed my lonliness, and I understood for a moment, clearly, that deep and basic human desire for companionship at depth.

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