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“She might not have felt everything she had felt in those lives, but she had the capability. She might have missed those particular opportunities that led her to become an Olympic swimmer, or traveller, or a vineyard owner, or a rock star, or a planet-saving glaciologist, or a Cambridge graduate, or a mother, or million other things, but she was still in in some way all of those people. They were all her. She could of been all those amazing people, and that wasn't depressing, as she had thought. Not at all. It was inspiring. Because now she saw the kinds of things she could do when she put herself to work.”

“It is easy to mourn the lives we aren't living. Easy to wish we'd developed other other talents, said yes to different offers. Easy to wish we'd worked harder, loved better, handled our finances more astutely, been more popular, stayed in the band, gone to Australia, said yes to the coffee or done more bloody yoga. It takes no effort to miss the friends we didn't make and the work we didn't do the people we didn't do and the people we didn't marry and the children we didn't have. It is not difficult to see yourself through the lens of other people, and to wish you were all the different kaleidoscopic versions of you they wanted you to be. It is easy to regret, and keep regretting, ad infinitum, until our time runs out. But it is not lives we regret not living that are the real problem. It is the regret itself. It's the regret that makes us shrivel and wither and feel like our own and other people's worst enemy. We can't tell if any of those other versions would of been better or worse. Those lives are happening, it is true, but you are happening as well, and that is the happening we have to focus on.”

“Det är en natt med strålande sol. Jag står i den täta skogen och ser bort mot mitt hus med sina disblåa väggar. Som om jag vore nyligen död och såg huset från en ny vinkel. Det har stått mer än åtti somrar. Dess trä är impregnerat med fyra gånger glädje och tre gånger sorg. När någon som bott i huset dör målas det om. Den döda personen målar själv, utan pensel, inifrån. På andra sidan är det öppen terräng. Förr en trädgård, nu förvildad. Stillastående brottsjöar av ogräs, pagoder av ogräs, framvällande text, uppsnärjdare av ogräs, en vikingaflotta av ogräs, drakhuvuden, lansar, ett ogräs-imperium! Över den förvildade trädgården flaxar skuggan av en bumerang som kastas gång på gång. Det har samband med en som bodde i huset långt före min tid. Nästan ett barn. En impuls utgår från honom, en tanke, en viljetanke: »skapa . . . rita . . .« för att hinna ut ur sitt öde. Huset liknar en barnteckning. En ställföreträdande barnslighet som växte fram därför att någon alltför tidigt avsade sig uppdraget att vara barn. Öppna dörren, stig in! Här inne är oro i taket och fred i väggarna. Över sängen hänger ett amatörsegel, föreställande ett skepp med sjutton segel, fräsande vågkammar och en vind som den förgyllda ramen inte kan hejda. Det är alltid så tidigt här inne, det är före vägskälen, före de oåterkalleliga valen. Tack för det här livet! Ändå saknar jag alternativen. Alla skisser vill bli verkliga. En motor på vattnet långt borta tänjer ut sommarnattens horisont. Både glädje och sorg sväller i daggens förstoringsglas. Vi vet det egentligen inte, men anar det: det finns ett systerliv till vårt liv, som går en helt annan trad. Medan solen brinner bakom öarna.”

“I shouldn't tell you this, but I've been having these weird dreams like every single night for three weeks now where I'm being contacted. Not by ghosts, exactly, but people from other histories, where things turned out differently than they did here. And they're all envious. And they all say: You are so lucky. You live in the best of all possible worlds. And you don't even know it.”

“Of course, we can't visit every place or meet every person or do every job, yet most of what we'd feel in any life is still available. We don't have to play every game to know what winning feels like. We don't have to hear every piece of music in the world to understand music. We don't have to have tried every variety of grape from every vineyard to know the pleasure of wine. Love and laughter and fear and pain are universal currencies. We just have to close our eyes and savour the taste of the drink in front of us and listen to the song as it plays. We are as completely and utterly alive as we are in any other life and have access to the same emotional spectrum.”

“Certain thoughts Rebecca keeps to her self, like how can anyone say for sure that the other life was the dream, and not this one? But what instrument can she ascertain these moments right here - with her girl on her lap, looking up so sweetly, those cheeks, her first tooth - are not part of a strange and pleasant dream she is dreaming in old age?”

“I don't think I ever relinquish a person I have known, and surely not my fictional characters. I see them, I hear them, with a clarity that I would call hallucinatory if hallucination didn't mean something else ... A character whom we create can never die, any more than a friend can die ... Through [my characters] I've lived many parallel lives.”

“Now that I no longer feel lonely, and now that my own past feels resolved in a whole new and very deep way, I am excited to write about the real world, to stay in it. Fiction is an escape, a parallel life, and it was a powerful source of comfort for me when my own life was raw and uncomfortable. I don't feel the burning need to disappear into a fictional character these days.”

“The touch was exactly what the touch of a lover's hand should be: familiar, yet exciting as a whispered promise. I felt an almost irresistible urge to take her hand and place it flat against my chest, near my heart. Maybe I should've done it. I know now that she would've laughed, if I'd done it, and she would've liked me for it. But strangers that we were then, we stood for five long seconds and held the stare, while all the parallel worlds, all the parallel lives that might've been, and never would be, whirled around us.”

“Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend... when we choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives but are grateful for the abundance that's present - love, health, family, friends, work, the joys of nature and personal pursuits that bring us pleasure - the wasteland of illusion falls away and we experience Heaven on earth.”