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“In every story there is a silence, some sight concealed, some word unspoken, I believe. Till we have spoken the unspoken we have not come to the heart of the story.”
J.M. Coetzee“Is that the secret meaning of the word story, do you think: a storing place of memories?”
J.M. Coetzee, Foe“Strictly speaking, my interest is not in legal rights for animals but in a change of heart towards animals.”
J. M. Coetzee“What I did not know was how longing could store itself away in the hollows of one's bones and then one day without warning flood out.”
J.M. Coetzee“The presentation scene itself we skip. It is not a good idea to interrupt the narrative too often, since storytelling works by lulling the reader or listener into a dreamlike state in which the time and space of the real world fade away, superseded by the time and space of the fiction. Breaking into the dream draws attention to the constructedness of the story, and plays havoc with the realist illusion. However, unless certain scenes are skipped over we will be here all afternoon. The skips are not part of the text, they are part of the performance.”
J. M. Coetzee“I do believe that people can only be in love with one landscape in their lifetime. One can appreciate and enjoy many geographies, but there is only one that one feels in one’s bones.”
J.M. Coetzee“Besides, who is to say that the feelings he writes in his diary are his true feelings? Who is to say that at each moment while the pen moves he is truly himself? At one moment he might truly be himself, at another he might simply be making things up. How can one know for sure? Why should he even want to know for sure?”
J.M. Coetzee“Become major, Paul. Live like a hero. That's what the classics teach us. Be a main character. Otherwise what is life for?”
J.M. Coetzee“In a while the organism will repair itself, and I, the ghost within it, will be my old self again. But the truth, he knows, is otherwise. His pleasure in living has been snuffed out. Like a leaf on a stream, like a puffball on a breeze, he has begun to float toward his end.”
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