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“Why d鈥檡ou read then?鈥�
鈥淧artly for pleasure, and because it鈥檚 a habit and I鈥檓 just as uncomfortable if I don鈥檛 read as if I don鈥檛 smoke, and partly to know myself. When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes part of me; I鈥檝e got out of the book all that鈥檚 any use to me, and I can鈥檛 get anything more if I read it a dozen times. You see, it seems to me, one鈥檚 like a closed bud, and most of what one reads and does has no effect at all; but there are certain things that have a peculiar significance for one, and they open a petal; and the petals open one by one and at last the flower is there.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage

“In the beginning we feared everything鈥攁nimals, the weather, the trees, the night sky鈥攅verything except each other. Now we fear each other, and almost nothing else. No-one knows why anyone does anything. No-one tells the truth. No-one is happy. No-one is safe. In the face of all that is so wrong with the world, the very worst thing you can do is survive. And yet you must survive. It is this dilemma that makes us believe and cling to the lie that we have a soul, and that there is a God who cares about its fate.”
― Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

“Your will is free means: it was free when it wanted the desert, it is free since it can choose the path that leads to crossing the desert, it is free since it can choose the pace, but it is also unfree since you must go through the desert, unfree since every path in labyrinthine manner touches every foot of the desert鈥檚 surface.”
― Franz Kafka, Blue Octavo Notebooks

“How strange it is that when I was a child I tried to be like a grownup, yet as soon as I ceased to be a child I often longed to be like one.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Childhood, Boyhood, Youth