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“Yes, there had been increasing distance between you and me--there always is between people who have been friends from a young age as each grows into her own self, which might be a self that neither anticipated on those warm summer nights when they had pledged their undying friendship to one another, staring up at millions of stars, each representing a possible future.”

“Yes, there is a conspiracy, indeed there are a great number of conspiracies, all tripping each other up... The main thing that I learned about conspiracy theories is that conspiracy theorists actually believe in the conspiracy because that is more comforting. The truth of the world is that it is chaotic. The truth is, that it is not the Jewish banking conspiracy, or the grey aliens, or the twelve-foot reptiloids from another dimension that are in control, the truth is far more frightening; no-one is in control, the world is rudderless.”

“Yes, there's probably a ton of madness in those ambitions, but what are we if not mad beings? What are humans without madness? As i understand, madness is nothing more than a surge/bolt of criativity without the wires of rationality intertwined. An idea is an surge of creativity tangled with rationality, but when such element is lost, all there is left is creativity on it's own, lost in threads of thoughts in the ship we call mind, with the rationality being the roles and the nails that keep it all together, and with this balance we sail.”

“Yes, there's sense in that. But the suddenly rich are on a level with any of us nowadays. Money buys position at once. I don't say that it isn't all right. The world generally knows what it's about, and knows how to drive a bargain. I dare say that it makes the new rich pay too much. But there's no doubt but money is to the fore now. It is the romance, the poetry of our age. It's the thing that chiefly strikes the imagination. The Englishmen who come here are more curious about the great new millionaires than about anyone else, and they respect them more. It's all very well. I don't complain of it.”

“Yes, there was something special about me, and I knew what it was. I was the kind of girl they found dead in a hall bedroom with an empty bottle of sleeping pills in her hand. But things weren’t entirely black—not yet. When you’re young and healthy you can plan on Monday to commit suicide, and by Tuesday you’re laughing again.”

“Yes, they got along and maybe he was attracted to her. It was within the realm of possibility. And if he propositioned her, she'd sleep with him. She couldn't imagine him wanting more than that, but maybe he'd want to have some fun, and she trusted him to treat her well. Yep, she could have a little more fun before she tried to have a real relationship. She recalled seeing him with wet hair yesterday, and she pictured him wearing just a towel slung low on his hips, like in that one scene in That Kind of Wedding. And then he'd go to her. She'd be naked in a four-poster-bed----this was her imagination, after all----and he'd slip under the covers and slide his hand between her legs... No, she had to stop fantasizing before she got carried away. She'd leave that for later, for when she was in bed with one of her trusty toys.”

“Yes, this is an age of moral crisis. Yes, you are bearing punishment for your evil. But it is not man who is now on trial and it is not human nature that will take the blame. It is your moral code that’s through, this time. Your moral code has reached its climax, the blind alley at the end of its course. And if you wish to go on living, what you now need is not to return to morality—you who have never known any—but to discover it.”

“Yes, this... Urcheon... speaks the truth. Roegner did swear to give him that which he did not expect. It looks as if our lamented king was an oaf as far as a woman's affairs are concerned, and couldn't be trusted to count to nine. He confessed the truth on his death-bed, because he knew what I'd do to him if he'd admitted it earlier. He knew what a mother, whose child is disposed of so recklessly, is capable of.”

“Yes, this was the evening hour when—how long ago it seemed!—I always felt so well content with life. Then, what awaited me was a night of easy, dreamless sleep. This was the same hour, but with a difference; I was returning to a cell, and what awaited me was a night haunted by forebodings of the coming day. And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prisons as to innocent, untroubled sleep.”

“Yes, to answer your question, it’s like how your father lifted you onto his shoulders to see what you could not, to see what he saw—through his eyes. If he would’ve lifted you even higher, into the heights of his heart, and told you what I’ve told you about your grandmother, you could’ve seen with his eyes even more clearly. Time is different here in many ways, but the slowness is to help you see with my eyes, to lift you up so you can see what you otherwise could not. You mentioned food; there is no urgency here to eat or earn money or sleep. For fear of losing those things, many have rushed through life and overlooked all that I have wanted them to see. There is a greater force than fear here that drives our time, and it is unconcerned with twists and turns in the road, pit stops, and even turning around here and there to glimpse what we’ve missed. What many see as delays are life’s greatest delights to me.”

“Yes to oysters swollen through butter. Yes to thighs cooled on glass, my hand a hot knife between. Yes to prosciutto, it's salt slick; to avocados bursting, ripe. Our teeth clanged. I tasted blood and chocolate. Yes to the fatthicksweet of it, to cream, to froth that rises, to the crunched lace of the ear and the tender behind the knee, to that join at the legs where she softened, dimpled, begged me to bite.”