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Showing posts with label Alfred Knopf Canada. Show all posts

 

"They are all the same. All love stories are the same. You meet, and that's it. Heartbreak can take years, splinting, cracking, flickering. The kinds of questions that form and turn back in on you before splitting out in all directions to explain why and how. Love doesn't have an explanation."

Pick a Colour by Souvankham Thammavongsa

 

"There's a sameness to the days which accelerates their passing, and a sameness in the pattern of memories that makes them unbearable even as they must be visited again and again."

What We Can Know by Ian McEwan

 

"Language, too, was a knife. It could cut open the world and reveal its meaning, its inner workings, its secrets, its truths." 

Knife by Salman Rushdie

 

"People did not easily believe that you longed for the unusual."

Dream Count by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie


"Songs are easy, he said. I mean on the page. That's hard. Then you're a writer, she said. A writer is someone who finds writing more difficult than other people do."


Don't Be a Stranger by Susan Minot

 

"As a child I read Jane Eyre, and again later, as a university student. It is, above all, a novel about submission. Confinement and submission—zones of submission. All spaces in the novel are enclosures of female submission...each a zone of submission and indoctrination to familial tyranny, institutional and religious doctrine, and white masculinity. The major ethical event is how Jane will resist or inhabit these zones of submission: the love plot is what follows."

Salvage: Readings from the Wreck by Dionne Brand

 


"The inexchangeable pleasure of her conversation. Just to walk the streets saying things, anything, just the act itself, walking together at the same speed, and talking, purely to amuse and please one another, to make each other stupidly laugh, for no further accomplishment, no higher purpose, to let their words rise and disperse forever in the damp brackish air."

Intermezzo by Sally Rooney

"There is a stab of awareness at the beginning and at the end of love, and the feeling precisely replicates--it's a twinge of cold certainty at either end of the affair, and it is twice terrifying."

Night Boat to Tangier by Kevin Barry