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“She stops, stares deep into my eyes. I wonder if this is where I kiss her, because that is how the story goes, right: first we stare at each other’s eyes, then we kiss, then we marry, than we have kids and then we die, unless we were dead all along, in which case no grand finale for us, oh no. Iva flicks my left brow. Ouch. Don’t suppose I ought to marry a flicker.”

“The spell was on the very fist page: a calling for the lost to be found. We wanted our diaries found. So Holly suggested we try it. At first it was like a recipe: gathering moss and branches, raiding our cupboards for olive oil, slipping saints medals out of our nanas' wallets, rooting through the Christmas boxes in the attic, looking for silver string. It was silly and secret and made us feel like kids making mud pies. None of us took it seriously, not even Holly.”

“I have been seeing dragons again. Last night, hunched on a beaver dam, one held a body like a badly held cocktail; his tail, keeping the beat of a waltz, sent a morse of ripples to my canoe. They are not richly bright but muted like dawns or the vague sheen on a fly's wing. Their old flesh drags in folds as they drop into grey pools, strain behind a tree. Finally the others saw one today, trapped, tangled in our badminton net. The minute eyes shuddered deep in the creased face while his throat, strangely fierce, stretched to release an extinct burning inside: pathetic loud whispers as four of us and the excited spaniel surrounded him.”

“It was the Age of Anything-Can-Happen, he reminded himself. He had heard many people say that on TV and on the outré video clips floating in cyberspace, which added a further, new-technology depth to his addiction. There were no rules any more. And in the Age of Anything-Can-Happen, well, anything could happen. Old friends could become new enemies and traditional enemies could be your new besties or even lovers. It was no longer possible to predict the weather, or the likelihood of war, or the outcome of elections. A woman might fall in love with a piglet, or a man start living with an owl. A beauty might fall asleep and, when kissed, wake up speaking a different language and in that new language reveal a completely altered character. A flood might drown your city. A tornado might carry your house to a faraway land where, upon landing, it would squash a witch. Criminals could become kings and kings be unmasked as criminals. A man might discover that the woman he lived with was his father’s illegitimate child. A whole nation might jump off a cliff like swarming lemmings. Men who played presidents on TV could become presidents. The water might run out. A woman might bear a baby who was found to be a revenant god. Words could lose their meanings and acquire new ones. The world might end, as at least one prominent scientist- entrepreneur had begun repeatedly to predict. An evil scent would hang over the ending. And a TV star might miraculously return the love of a foolish old coot, giving him an unlikely romantic triumph which would redeem a long, small life, bestowing upon it, at the last, the radiance of majesty.”

“De waarde van haar leven lag in de verbinding met hen van wie ze hield en in de woorden die onuitgesproken bleven omdat één blik genoeg was. Het lag in de gesprekken die tot diep in de nacht doorgingen en in de handen die elkaar halsstarrig hadden vastgehouden in momenten van kwetsbaarheid. Ja, geluk was gedeelde liefde. Liefde waar zij voor gekozen had.”

“Вот я читаю по камешкам и узнаю, что ждет человека, который сел возле них или прямо на них. Потому что, как я понял, человек никогда не садится случайно. Каждый усаживается так, как ему на роду написано. Вы этого не замечали? Вот вы направляетесь к какому-то месту, вам кажется, что там красиво, и вы собираетесь там сесть, но вдруг замечаете, что рядом еще красивее. Вы садитесь, но вдруг понимаете, что вам там что-то не по душе, и вы пересаживаетесь на другое место, и вас вдруг охватывает радость, вы ложитесь на песок и чувствуете, что все прекрасно и весь мир принадлежит вам. Вы нашли себе место, которое было вам предназначено и которое ждало вас.”

“Entonces José Arcadio Buendía hecho tretina doblones en una cazuela, y los fundió con raspadura de cobre, oropimienta, azufre y plomo. Puso a hervir todo a fuego vivo en un caldero de aceite de ricino hasta obtener un jarabe espeso y pestilente más parecido al caramelo vulgar que al oro magnífico. En azarosos y deseperados procesos de destilación, fundida con siete metales planetarios, trabajado con mercurio hermético y vitriolo de Chipre, y vuelta a cocer en manteca de cerdo a falta de aceite de rábano, la preciosa herencia de Úrsula quedó reducida a un chicharrón carbonizado que no pudo ser desprendido del fondo del caldero.”

“Well, I really want to encourage a kind of fantasy, a kind of magic. I love the term magic realism, whoever invented it – I do actually like it because it says certain things. It's about expanding how you see the world. I think we live in an age where we're just hammered, hammered to think this is what the world is. Television's saying, everything's saying 'That's the world.' And it's not the world. The world is a million possible things.”

“Magical realism allows an artist like myself to inject layers of meaning without being obvious. In American culture, where there is freedom of expression, this approach may seem forced, unnecessary and misunderstood. But this system of communication has become very Iranian.”

“The core of the film [Hunt for the Wilderpeople] is that relationship. Whether they're getting on or whether they're not. If that relationship works, then everything else works as well. And you kind of almost, sort of, gives into a realm of something like New Zealand magic realism... There is no world in which social work is actually pursues some kid into the woods in this manner.”

“India went through a dramatic revolution after the '90s when our economy started opening up for the first time and Indians were now experiencing the Western life, if you will. Drugs and sex and a lot of those influences came in as the economy stabilized, and we were growing up and experiencing that. The Indian writing market was very small at that time. Our literature was very attuned to what Western audiences were interested in, so everybody was writing about the slums in India and magic realism or stories about Hindus and Muslims and partition.”