I love children, especially when they cry, for then someone takes them away.
It’s a pity if someone… has to console himself for the wreck of his days with the notion that somehow his voice, his work embodies the deepest, most obscure, freshest, rawest oyster of reality in the unfathomable refrigerator of the heart’s ocean, but I am such a one, and there you have it.
Leonard Cohen, Stranger Music
Whenever you see a toad jumping in broad daylight, then know that something is after its life.
from Things Fall Apart (1958) by Chinua Achebe
There’s a fine line between forgetting an event, and suppressing the memory of it.
Jonathan Coe, The House of Sleep