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“Воспоминания? Убрать! Привычки? Отсоединить – и в сторону. Убеждения? Отставить. Взгляды? Долой. Привязанности? Ну их. Симпатии-антипатии? Вон. Далее по списку? Прочь. Что останется? Ну ведь что-то должно остаться, даже если ничего и нет-то? Сидит иногда человек в кабинете психира, готовится к операции и терзается: что отыщется внутри, если ободрать все, лепесток за лепестком? Кто прячется в черной сердцевине? Душа – или тварь? Обе с крыльями – не сразу отличишь. Пусть уж тварь, лишь бы не дырка от бублика. Обидно ведь не то, что дырка, а то, что бублик. Воспоминания, привычки, убеждения, от начала до конца – бублик. Жалкий круг теста с редким бисером мака…”

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Book:Дитя Ойкумены
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“In many ways, we can't help but experience our lives as story... we feel as if we're the hero of the steadily unfolding plot of our lives, one that's complete with allies, villains, sudden reversals of fortune, and difficult quests for happiness and prizes. Our tribal brains cast haloes around our friends and plant horns on the heads of our enemies. Our episodic memory means we experiences our lives as a sequence of scenes... We're constantly moving forward, pursuing our goals, on an active quest to make our lives, and perhaps the lives of others, somehow better. To have a self is to feel as if we are, in the words of neuroscientist Professor Chris Frith, the invisible actor at the center of the world.”

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Book:Selfie: How the West Became Self-Obsessed
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“What is memory but the fashioning of a deep and personal fiction? In memory, we shape the world around ourselves, as if to prove our own existence, to demonstrate the mark we have left upon the universe. We become heralds of something better; the guiding light by which we believe all others might navigate. This, then, is the comfort we award ourselves for the act of living, for to comprehend the truth – that the universe is cold and ambivalent at best, and at worst despises our very existence – is to contemplate madness. So it is that we grow to love the lie.”

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Book:Awakenings
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“No one willingly turns his thought back to the past, unless all his acts have been submitted to the censorship of his conscience, which is never deceived; he who has ambitiously coveted, proudly scorned, recklessly conquered, treacherously betrayed, greedily seized, or lavishly squandered, must needs fear his own memory.”

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Book:On the Shortness of Life: Life Is Long if You Know How to Use It
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“You see the first thing we love is a scene. For love at first sight requires the very sign of its suddenness; and of all things, it is the scene which seems to be seen best for the first time: a curtain parts and what had not yet ever been seen is devoured by the eyes: the scene consecrates the object I am going to love. The context is the constellation of elements, harmoniously arranged that encompass the experience of the amorous subject... Love at first sight is always spoken in the past tense. The scene is perfectly adapted to this temporal phenomenon: distinct, abrupt, framed, it is already a memory (the nature of a photograph is not to represent but to memorialize)... this scene has all the magnificence of an accident: I cannot get over having had this good fortune: to meet what matches my desire. The gesture of the amorous embrace seems to fulfill, for a time, the subject's dream of total union with the loved being: The longing for consummation with the other... In this moment, everything is suspended: time, law, prohibition: nothing is exhausted, nothing is wanted: all desires are abolished, for they seem definitively fulfilled... A moment of affirmation; for a certain time, though a finite one, a deranged interval, something has been successful: I have been fulfilled (all my desires abolished by the plenitude of their satisfaction).”

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Book:A lover's discourse: fragments
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“Time is not a straight line. It is a conversation between memory and imagination." When we listen closely, the past whispers through the choices we make, and the future leans in to hear our reply. Every act of kindness sends a ripple through unseen moments. Every thought and every word become architecture for a world not yet built. Perhaps the woman from tomorrow is simply the echo of who we become when we live wisely today, a reminder that destiny is not written by clocks, but by the courage to stay awake in the story we are still writing...”

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Book:Leila and the Whispering River!
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“It takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both. People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget. Heroes are rare.”

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Book:Giovanni’s Room
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“Dissociation is the common response of children to repetitive, overwhelming trauma and holds the untenable knowledge out of awareness. The losses and the emotions engendered by the assaults on soul and body cannot, however be held indefinitely. In the absence of effective restorative experiences, the reactions to trauma will find expression. As the child gets older, he will turn the rage in upon himself or act it out on others, else it all will turn into madness.”

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Book:Satan's High Priest
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“Home is often defined as the structure where we live... But home can be so much more than walls and a roof . It is a feeling, a collection of sensory memories, a sense of belonging that transcends geography. ... It might be the smell of jasmine oil in your mother’s hair, the taste of a dish cooked the way only your grandmother does, or the warmth of a beloved old sweater. In this sense, home is portable; it is etched in the heart”

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Author:Ajmal, from the book "Borders of the Inner World"
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“The dishes I loved best when I was small were the ones that took the longest to make. My puppy sense told me that time equaled loved, and love equaled deliciousness. On the time continuum, instant noodles tasted careless, like nothing at all; the kuy teav noodle maker's hand-cut mee were far superior. But the slowest and best noodles of all came from my mother's kitchen.”

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Book:Slow Noodles: A Cambodian Memoir of Love, Loss, and Family Recipes
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“The time will come when diligent research over long periods will bring to light things which now lie hidden. A single lifetime, even though entirely devoted to the sky, would not be enough for the investigation of so vast a subject... And so this knowledge will be unfolded only through long successive ages. There will come a time when our descendants will be amazed that we did not know things that are so plain to them... Many discoveries are reserved for ages still to come, when memory of us will have been effaced.”

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Book:Natural Questions
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“His home town as it existed in his memory seemed distant to him, like something that belonged to another person. It was almost as though he'd mistaken a place he'd seen on TV or in a film for a thing of his own, or else that the sights seen by someone in one of the thousand or so different flats on that estate had somehow snuck their way into his mind and still remained there. That was how it seemed from time to time.”

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Book:Spring Garden
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