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“Dar câte crisalide mor fără să ajungă la ultima fază, fără să spargă coconul, nelăsând să iasă fluturele din el! Anima, anima, sufleţel drag… Multicolor, sprinţar, efemer – şi minunat. Cât de multe fiinţe rămân însă larve până la moarte, fără să înţeleagă că n-o să ajungă niciodată la maturitate!”

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“Te-ai făcut mai deştept în ultimul cincinal, frăţioare literat. Poţi să defineşti imago în cazul ăsta precis, adică să defineşti ce înseamnă o fiinţă matură? Care sunt criteriile pentru vârsta adultă? Nu doar capacitatea de reproducere. Poate simţul responsabilităţii? Spiritul de independenţă? Gradul de conştiinţă? — Criterii calitative, şi nu cantitative! Asta-i, zise Kolesnik. Uite la ce ajungi cu raţionamentul tău: iniţierea e un lucru greu de determinat, cât despre responsabilitate, cum o măsori? Şi după tine, o larvă umană se transformă în imago printr-un proces de iniţiere? Viktor Iulievici insistă: — Trăim într-o societate de larve, de oameni imaturi, de adolescenţi cu mască de adulţi, pricepi Mişka?”

Imago
Author:Ludmila Uliţkaia
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“Ce sunt aripile? Terminațiile ascuțite și umede ale unui mecanism de zbor bine întocmit, vârâte în crăpătura membranei chitinoase. Aripa, eliberată din strânsoare, se întinde printr-o mișcare lungă, lină, se desface zvântându-se în aer, și iat-o pregătită pentru o primă zbatere. Cu o rețea de nervuri ca la libelulă sau membranoasă ca la fluturi, cu un desen al nervației complicat și desăvârșit, veche de când lumea și incapabilă să se plieze sau foarte nouă și pliindu-se rapid și sigur... Își ia zborul ființa înaripată lăsând pe pământ învelișul de chitină, sicriul ei gol și aerul nou îi umple plămânii noi, și o muzică nouă îi răsună în organul auzului, nou și perfecr alcătuit.”

ImagoCrisalidă
Author:Ludmila Uliţkaia
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“Onstage, Hendrix was trying to get a young couple to engage in a dialogue sequence. The pair sat in armchairs facing each other, and Hendrix old the man, Michael, to pay his wife of three months, Tara, a compliment. 'What I appreciate most about you is that you're a good cook,' Michael said. 'So what I'm hearing you saying is that you appreciate that I'm a good cook,' Tara said, She seemed bored. To prompt Michael, Hendrix began, 'When I think about you as a good cook, I feel--' 'When I think about you as a good cook,' Michael said, 'I feel full, sleepy, and-- sexy.' 'Really?' asked Tara, a little annoyed. The woman sitting next to me groaned. Hendrix jumped in, 'When I think about you as a good cook, it reminds me of... try to find something from your childhood.' 'When I think about you as a good cook, I--' Michael stopped, then started over. 'When the house smells good, it reminds me of home and when my mom cooked and I feel loved.' Tara repeated him, her eyes now glassy with affection. Unprompted, she spoke the next line in the sequence: 'Is there anything more to that?' There wasn't. They hugged for sixty seconds as the rest of us watched. Hendrix told the crowd that the length of the average hug is three to nine seconds, but that a good hug, one that 'pushes the boundaries of relationship,' takes a whole minute.”

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Book:Asking for a Friend: Three Centuries of Advice on Life, Love, Money, and Other Burning Questions from a Nation Obsessed
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“Down the hall where free day care was being offered, children of parents in the workshops were likewise learning Imago dialogue, and I stopped in to watch. 'What I'm hearing you saying is my bike was in the driveway and you hurt your leg,' one second grader told another kid. 'Did I get that right?”

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Book:Asking for a Friend: Three Centuries of Advice on Life, Love, Money, and Other Burning Questions from a Nation Obsessed
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“Things changing, failing apart, fading, another year, a few more moves, a hard person who doesn't give a fuck, a boredom so monumental it humbles, arrangements so fleeting made by people you don't even know that it requires you to lose any sense of reality you might have once acquired, expectations so unreasonable you become superstitious about ever matching them.”

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Book:Water from the Sun and Discovering Japan
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“Morgan said that his mother said that Miss Kildaire is sitting on a shelf." Zach had to think about that one for a few seconds. "He said she's on the shelf?" "Uh-huh." An emphatic nod. "I don't know why Miss Kildaire would sit on a shelf, but that's what Morgan said." "I'm guessing there's more." "And then Morgan said that his mother said that Miss Kildaire was too fat to get a man." What a load of horseshit, Zach thought. Morgan's mother was probably some shriveled-up jealous twit. "I see." "And then Morgan said she was a cripple." Zach had a sudden urge to punch out the little rat himself.”

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Book:Wild Invitation
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