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| Les Nuits de Strasbourg, 1997 * "My father was a nobleman when he spoke his mother tongue, and a worker from the lowest class when he went over into French." ** “Writing in a foreign language has brought me to the cries of the women silently rebelling in my youth, to my own true origins.” |
Assija Djebar (30 June 1936 – 6 February 2015)
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| Just as the office worker dreams of murdering his hated boss and so is saved from really murdering him, so it is with the author; with his great dreams he helps his readers to survive, to avoid their worst intentions. And society, without realizing it respects and even exalts him, albeit with a kind of jealousy, fear and even repulsion, since few people want to discover the horrors that lurk in the depths of their souls. This is the highest mission of great literature, and there is no other. |
Ernesto Sabato (* 24 Juni 1911 - 30 April 2011)
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| At dusk a man came to a village and said he was a prophet. But the farmers did not believe him. "Prove it!" they demanded. The man pointed to the fortress wall opposite and asked, "If this wall speaks and confirms that I am a prophet, will you believe me?" "By God, then we believe you," they shouted. The man turned to the wall, stretched out his hand and commanded, "Speak, O wall!" Then the wall began to speak: "This man is not a prophet. He is deceiving you. He is not a prophet."* |
Zülfü Livaneli * 20 June 1946
Just for interest translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version). Does any native speaker find any mistake(s)?
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| “I discovered that the world should be divided not into good and bad people but into cowards and non-cowards. Ninety-five percent of cowards are capable of the vilest things, lethal things, at the mildest threat.” |
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| Where did you get the meat from? Mo Erwa answered calmly: We just boiled our three-year-old daughter. The Corpse Walker: Real Life Stories: China from the Bottom Up |
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| The Book of Disquiet * "Literature exists because the world isn't enough." |
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| Without patience and the skill of a craftsman, even the greatest talent is wasted. |
Herewith it is anounced that I have not moved to my probably last dwelling six feet under, yet.
I felt but the wish to prove myself I could do without internet for at least four weeks, and still happily survive.
"Surprise": It's possible.
Good to know.
Tomorrow, or one of the following days, I shall answer the comments I received since end of April.
And I am looking forward to "visit my friends".
The peace of the night.
Martha Argerich *5 June 1941
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (27 January 1756 – 5 December 1791)
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| The day we stop resisting our instincts, we'll have learned how to live. |
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| Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change. |
Thomas Hardy (2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928)
