Bild: Back Bay Books
“Here at the age of thirty-nine I began to be old. I felt stiff and weary in the evenings and reluctant to go out of camp; I developed proprietary claims to certain chairs and newspapers; I regularly drank three glasses of gin before dinner, never more or less, and went to bed immediatley after the nine o’clock news. I was always awake and fretful an hour before reveille.”
- Evelyn Waugh – Brideshead Revisited
Bild: Penguin Publishers
“One thing about great art: it made you love people more, forgive them their petty transgressions. It worked in the way that religion was supposed to, if you thought about it. What did it matter that Annie had heard the album before he’d had his chance? Imagine all the people who’d heard the original album before he’d discovered it! Imagine all the people who’d seen Taxi Driver before him, come to that! Did that deaden its impact? Did it make it less his? He wanted to go home, hug her and talk about a morning that he would never forget.”
- Nick Hornby – Juliet, Naked
“Die Wahrheit hängt vom Standpunkt ab”, hatte mein Vater eines Tages zu mir gesagt, “und da es unendlich viele Standpunkte gibt, sind auch die Wahrheiten unendlich viele. Wer behauptet, die Wahrheit in der Hand zu halten, hält in der anderen schon das Messer bereit, um sie zu verteidigen. Wer Gott auf seine Seite zieht, tut es, um dich anschließend zu töten. (…) Wahrheit und Tod gehen immer nebeneinander.”
- Susanna Tamaro – Erhöre mein Flehen
Bild: Conongate US
“It had been exciting, first the not knowing what Robin was, then the finding out. The grey area, I’d discovered, had been misnamed: really the grey area was a whole other spectrum of colours new to the eye. She had the swagger of a girl. She blushed like a boy. She had a girl’s toughness. She had a boy’s gentleness. She was as meaty as a girl. She was as graceful as a boy. She was as brave and handsome and rough as a girl. She was as pretty and delicate and dainty as a boy. She turned boys’ heads like a girl. She turned girls’ heads like a boy. She made love like a boy. She made love like a girl. She was so boyish it was girlish, so girlish it was boyish, she made me want to rove the world wrtitng our names on every tree. I had simply never found anyone so right. Sometimes this shocked me so much that I was unable to speak.”
- Ali Smith – Girl meets Boy
Bild: Little Brown and Company
“Why don’t you call your girlfriend?” Kristina yells. The music is really loud.
“Nah,” I say.
“Just because,” I say. God. Life was a lot simpler a few hours ago when she thought I was just an asexual seasponge.
“Why? So you can gloat about how you guessed?”
“I don’t gloat.”
“Anyway, you’d have never known if I didn’t tell you in the first place. You’d think I was still an androgynous bookworm.”
“Hold on. You’re not an androgynous bookworm?” she asks, and pulls out her phone.
- A.S. King – Ask the Passengers
Bild: HarperCollins Publishers
“Aslan said nothing.
“You mean,” said Lucy rather faintly, “that it would have turned out all right – somehow? But how? Please, Aslan! Am I not to know?”
“To know what would have happened, child?” said Aslan. “No. Nobody is ever told that.”
“Oh dear,” said Lucy.
“But anyone can find out what will happen.” said Aslan.”
- C.S. Lewis – Prince Caspian (The Return to Narnia)
Bild: Orion Books
“Dumb. He should have gotten the pen. Jewelry was so public…and personal, which is why he’d bought it. He couldn’t buy Eleanor a pen. Or a bookmark. He didn’t have bookmark-like feelings for her.”
Rainbow Rowell – Eleanor & Park