I regarded her as a woman, though at the same time she carried within her something that was beyond human.
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- “From the time I was bedridden I had awakened into a strange and unbelievable world in which I had no need for the world of the rabble—a world that was within me, a world full of unknowns, and it was as if I was forced to examine and inspect all its cracks and crevices.”
- “is not the entirety of life one absurd story, one unbelievable and foolish tale? Am I not writing my own fable and tale? A story is nothing more than a way of escaping unfulfilled dreams,—dreams that have not been reached, dreams that each storyteller has imagined according to their own inherited and constrained state of mind.”
- “In life there are wounds that, like leprosy, silently scrape at and consume the soul, in solitude”
- “Good and Evil, then, if they are to find a place at all in the Universe as regarded from the Buddhist point of view, must be regarded as particular modifications of the States of Consciousness”
- “I find I am more interested in learning about the woman than the magician. I hope that is acceptable.” “It’s perfect,” Celia says.