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Lonely Tranquility
A blog about literature and the obsession of reading
My cat, Whiskers, enjoying Paul Auster’s new memoir.
But I shall never again consider myself even the remotest judge of human nature.
Currently reading and loving :)
The pictures do not lie, but neither do they tell the whole story. They are merely a record of time passing, the outward evidence.
Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you mustn’t waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.
So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.
I will not be able to look at the statue of liberty again without thinking about this marvelous book.
What matters is not how well you can avoid trouble, but how you cope with trouble when it comes.
Is this the house from Sunset Park?
“they turned at random down a deserted block between Fourth and Fifth Avenues and saw the house, a dopey little two-story wooden house with a roofed-over front porch, looking for all the world like something that had been stolen from a farm on the Minnesota prairie and plunked down by accident in the middle of New York.”
-Paul Auster, Sunset Park
