Then there was another thing. He had been reading W.H. Hudson. That sounds like an innocent occupation, but Cohn had read and reread ‘The Purple Land’. ‘The Purple Land’ is a very sinister book if read too late in life.
The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
The only evidence to the contrary was the mute protest in your own bones, the instinctive feeling that the conditions you lived in were intolerable and at some other time they must have been different.
1984, George Orwell
He was just sitting there, and I can see he misses his father, quite simply and straightforwardly, and I would wish it was as easy as that, that you could just miss your father, and that was all there was to it.
Out Stealing Horses, Per Petterson
‘Don’t you worry about anything,’ he said, ‘It’s not time to worry.’
To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
It was forth grade, but it was still a big deal. I mean, when are things supposed to start mattering? Now, and now, and now.
Palo Alto, James Franco
I wonder how the book got to Guernsey? Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true.
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, Mary Ann Schaffer & Annie Barrows
‘Oh, darling!’ she came back from wherever she had been. ‘You mustn’t mind me.’ We were both together again and the self-consciousness was gone. ‘We really are the same one and we mustn’t misunderstand on purpose.’
‘But people do. They love each other and they misunderstand on purpose and they fight and then suddenly they aren’t the same one.’
‘We won’t fight.’
‘We mustn’t. Because there’s only us two and in the world there’s all the rest of them. If anything comes between us we’re gone and then they have us.’
A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway