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| "What is the digital equivalent of lovely, he wondered. What are the digits that encode beauty, the number-fingers that enclose, transform, transmit, decode,and somehow, in the process, fail to trap or choke the soul of it. Not because of the technology but in spite of it, beauty that ghost, that treasure, passes undiminished through the new machines". p 9
"She was faultless...charismatic and imaginative...not a big talker but a good one,and a connoisseur of not just food and drink but of human character, too." p12 "(she) admired Mr. Roth's talent but wouldn't want to shake his hand". p20 "Life separates us with its apparently casual happenstance, and when one day we shake our heads as if waking from a reverie, our friends have become strangers and can't be retrieved". p24 "I can't walk around a man's work if I don't know which entrance he prefers". p28 "you 're only in love with the world you make, unmake and manipulate" p30 "Life is fury, he'd thought. Fury-sexual, Oedipal, political, magical, brutal - drives us to our finest heights and coarsest depths. Out of furia comes creation, inspiration, originality, passion, but also violence, pain, pure unafraid destruction, the giving and receiving of blows from which we never recover". p31 "This is what we are, whate we civilize ourselves to disguise- the terrifying human animal in us, the exalted, transcendent, self-destructive, untrammeled lord of creation. We raise each other to the heights of joy. We tear each other limb from fucking limb". p31 "...'love' - which in retrospect looked more like fear, a mutual clutching at the life belt of the other while drowning in twentysomthing loneliness".p31 More to come.... |
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