“How would it be after the last sentence? The last sentence he had always feared and from the middle of a book, he had always been tormented by the thought that there would inevitably be a last sentence.”
Pascal Mercier“We can be sure that we will hold on to the deathbed as part of the last balance sheet – and this part will taste bitter as cyanide – that we have wasted too much, much too much strength and time on getting angry and getting even with others in a helpless shadow theater, which only we, who have suffered importantly, knew anything about ~ Night Train to Lisbon”
Pascal Mercier,“It is not the pain and the wounds that are the worst. The worst is the humiliation.”
Pascal Mercier“Kitsch is the most pernicious of all prisons. The bars are covered with the gold of simplistic, unreal feelings, so that you take them for the pillars of a palace.”
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon“You can never have for yourself someone who isn't on good terms with himself.”
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon“Because the one who wishes it – isn’t the one who, still untouched by the future, stands at the crossroads. Instead, it is the one marked by the future become past who wants to go back to the past, to revoke the irrevocable. And would he want to revoke it if he hadn’t suffered it?”
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon“Then there was a silence he had never before experienced: in it, you could hear the years.”
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon“Human beings can't bear silence. It would mean that they would bear themselves.”
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon“To stand by yourself -- that was also part of dignity. That way, a person could get through a public flaying with dignity. Galileo. Luther. Even somebody who admitted his guilt and resisted the temptation to deny it. Something politicians couldn't do. Honesty, the courage for honesty. With others and yourself.”
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon“To understand yourself: Is that a discovery or a creation?”
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon“Each of us is several, is man, is a profusion of selves. So that the self who disdains his surroundings is not the same as the self who suffers or takes joy in them. In the colony of our being there are many species of people who think and feel in different ways.”
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon