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“Answers I kept my answers small and kept them near; Big questions bruised my mind but still I let Small answers be a bullwark to my fear. The huge abstractions I kept from the light; Small things I handled and caressed and loved. I let the stars assume the whole of night. But the big answers clamoured to be moved Into my life. Their great audacity Shouted to be acknowledged and believed. Even when all small answers build up to Protection of my spirit, still I hear Big answers striving for their overthrow. And all the great conclusions coming near”

“Ant 1: So, uh, do you ever worry that your itsy little neck is just going to snap under the weight of your head? Ant 2: Stop asking me that. You ask me that, like, every five minutes. Ant 1: Sometimes I notice my antennae out of the corner of my eye and I'm all, like: AHH! Something is on me! Get it off! Get it off! Ant 2: Yeah, the antennae again. Listen, I just remembered, I have to go walk around aimlessly now.”

“Antagonism between the classes will be removed. I do not envisage a dead and artificial level among the people. There will be a variety among them as there is among the leaves of a tree. There will certainly be no have-nots, no unemployment, and no disparity between classes and masses such as we see to-day. I have no doubt whatsoever that if non-violence in its full measure becomes the policy of the State, we shall reach essential equality without strife.”

“Antagoras the poet was boiling a conger, and Antigonus, coming behind him as he was stirring his skillet, said, "Do you think, Antagoras, that Homer boiled congers when he wrote the deeds of Agamemnon?" Antagoras replied, "Do you think, O king, that Agamemnon, when he did such exploits, was a peeping in his army to see who boiled congers?”

“Antahkaran (inner complex of mind, intellect, chit and ego) is not made up of four separate parts, it is one. But it takes the form of whatever is at work at a particular time. During the time the mind is working, the antahkaran takes on the form of the mind. Then when the intellect works, it takes on the form of the intellect and when the chit is functioning, it takes on the form of the chit. The ego is always with the intellect; it is never alone.”

“Antanas eased up on the accelerator and pulled the truck onto the shoulder. The sound of the soldiers' footsteps crunching in the snow made Maria sit up straight. The truck had driven about thirty metres past the patrol, but none of the soldiers had fired upon them. Antanas hoped fervently that the transport documents that Peter had furnished him would pass inspection. Maria reached down and touched a metal pipe concealed beneath her seat. She was prepared to use it. Jadwyga continued to pray quietly. "Mother Mary, spare me, Maria, and the other women from rape, and Antanas from death." As a sergeant approached the truck, Jadwyga's stomach cramped, sweat broke out on her forehead, and her arms began to shake. Then she fainted. Maria propped Jadwyga up to make it look as though she was sleeping, and then smiled at the sergeant who was rapping on the glass. Antanas rolled down his window.”

“Ante el descubrimiento de este futuro expolio, sólo existen dos actitudes posibles: o bien uno decide no encariñarse con las personas y las cosas, con el fin de que la amputación no resulte tan dolorosa; o, por el contrario, uno decide amar todavía más a las personas y las cosas, poner toda la carne en el asador, «ya que no estaremos mucho tiempo juntos, te voy a dar en un año todo el amor que te habría podido dar en una vida»”

“Ante la muerte no hay nada que podamos hacer, es algo que está fuera de nuestro alcance. Mientras seguimos vivos lo único que podemos hacer es vivir.”

“Antes bien, a pesar del descrédito crítico y el desprestigio intelectual que padece la novela, habría que empezar a sacudirse los complejos culturales y comenzar a considerar los artefactos más representativos de este género rabiosamente contemporáneo (frente a las formas agotadas de la poesía y el ensayo, centrados en la periclitada subjetividad del yo lírico y la racionalidad monológica del yo discursivo) como paradigmas de los modos postmodernos de procesar la ingente información acumulada en las bases de datos de la realidad y concebir la subjetividad como multiplicidad en constante metamorfosis.”

“Antes de abandonarse por completo, Mark se dio cuenta de que estaba pensando, y no por primera vez, lo extraño que eran los adultos. Tomaban laxantes, alcohol o píldoras para dormir, para ahuyentar sus terrores y conseguir conciliar el sueño, y sus temores eran tan mansos, tan domésticos: el trabajo, el dinero, lo que pensará la maestra si Jennie no va a la escuela mejor vestida, si me amará mi mujer, quiénes serán mis amigos. Pálidos miedos comparados con los que experimentan todos los niños en la oscuridad de sus lechos, sin poder confesárselos a nadie en la esperanza de ser comprendido, a no ser a otro niño. No hay terapia de grupo ni psiquiatría ni servicios sociales de la comunidad para el niño que debe hacer frente a eso que todas las noches está en el sótano o debajo de la cama, a eso que acecha, se mueve y amenaza detrás del punto donde la visión se acaba. Y noche tras noche hay que librar la misma batalla solitaria, y la única cura es que al final las facultades imaginativas terminan por anquilosarse, y a eso se le llama ser adulto.”

“Antes de concluir este capítulo, fui à janela indagar da noite por que razão os sonhos hão de ser assim tão tênues que se esgarçam ao menor abrir de olhos ou voltar de corpo, e não continuam mais. A noite não me respondeu logo. Estava deliciosamente bela, os morros palejavam de luar e o espaço morria de silêncio. Como eu insistisse, declarou-me que os sonhos já não pertencem à sua jurisdição. Quando eles moravam na ilha que Luciano lhes deu, onde ela tinha o seu palácio, e donde os fazia sair com suas caras de vária feição, dar-me-ia explicações possíveis. Mas os tempos mudaram tudo. Os sonhos antigos foram aposentados, e os modernos moram no cérebro da pessoa. Estes, ainda que quisessem imitar os outros, não poderiam fazê-lo; a ilha dos sonhos, como a dos amores, como todas as ilhas de todos os mares, são agora objeto da ambição e da rivalidade da Europa e dos Estados Unidos.”