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“...las maniobras amorosas del mundo heterosexual son dignas del mismo asombro y desconfianza que percibe en la voz de su hermana cuando está dice: —¿Pero cómo puedes irte a la cama con una persona que apenas conoces? A él le gustaría contraatacar diciendo: «Pues yo nunca podría jurarle fidelidad eterna a una sola persona», pero eso no es verdad. Lo que es verdad es que le aterra la clase de persona en que podría convertirse una vez hubiera pronunciado semejante juramento.”

“Foi a bordo do Elevador da Bica que Edward me disse pela primeira vez que Iris era católica. - Desconfio que a sua infância foi passada do seguinte modo - disse ele. - Com as freiras a darem-lhe pequenas penitências para cumprir. Mas, mal cumpria a primeira volta, já tinha cometido novo pecado. E assim para todo o sempre. - Ela ainda é praticante? - Já não. Desistiu quando casou comigo. Dos dogmas da fé, ainda que não dos terrores. Os terrores, esses são mais difíceis de nos vermos livres deles.”

“Everyone had gone to school with someone’s brother or known each other up at Cambridge. These were serious young leftist intellectuals, many of them communists devoted to the idea of a classless society, but they were also upper class and English and so almost unconsciously sought out others of their kind and mixed with them, while the working-class youth stood alone just outside the perimeter of this charmed circle, coming as close as he dared, barred from entry by an invisible boundary of accent.”

“Novels are forged in passion, demand fidelity and commitment, often drive you to boredom or rage, sleep with you at night. They are the long haul. They are marriage. Stories, on the other hand, you can lose yourself in for a few weeks and then wrap up, or grow tired of and abandon and (maybe) return to later. They can cuddle you sweetly, or make you get on your knees and beg.”

“I could hear the knock and whistle of the water pipes, the purr of the calico cat. And at that moment a happiness filled me that was pure and perfect and yet it was bled with despair - as if I had been handed a cup of ambrosial nectar to drink from and knew that once I finished drinking, the cup would be withdrawn forever, and nothing to come would ever taste as good.”