7 Quotes & Sayings By Dinaw Mengestu

Dinaw Mengestu is the author of the story collection The Beautiful Things that Heaven Bears and the novel Behind Her Eyes, which was a finalist for the National Book Award and won the PEN/Hemingway Award. He was born in Ethiopia and moved to New York City in 1992. His stories have appeared in The New Yorker, Harper's, Granta, and The Paris Review. He is a graduate of New York University.

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The imagined memories had to have as much weight as the real, or we had to at least pretend they did to such a degree that they just very well might have. And so I never questioned Angela about that particular story, or about all the troubling things that it pointed to, content to believe that at least in this version things worked for her better than they did in the one I never heard. Dinaw Mengestu
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There are those who wake up each morning to conquer the day, and then there are those of us who wake up only because we have to. We live in the shadow of every neighborhood. We own little corner stores, live in run-down apartments that get too little light, and walk the same streets day after day. We spend our afternoons gazing lazily out of windows. Somnambulists, all of us. Someone else said it better: we wake to sleep and sleep to wake. Dinaw Mengestu
3
It is always the first and last steps that are the hardest to take. We walk away and try not to turn back, or we stand just outside the gates, terrified to find what's waiting for us now that we've returned. In between, we stumble blindly from one place and life to the next. We try to do the best we can. There are moments like this, however, when we are neither coming nor going, and all we have to do is sit and look back on the life we have made. Dinaw Mengestu
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We persist and linger longer than we think, leaving traces of ourselves wherever we go. If you take that away, then we all simply vanish. Dinaw Mengestu
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In fact, there is nothing so easily remade as our definitions of ourselves. Dinaw Mengestu
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Inside the front flap of the book were handwritten names of the dozen or so people who had checked the book out before Naomi. Instead of writing her name, Naomi had a thin paper receipt with the due date printed on it. She could never possess this book the way those other people had. It was one of those uselessly nostalgic and sentimental thoughts that serve only our own romantic ideals, but I couldn't help believing it was true nonetheless. I took a pencil out from behind the register and handed it to her. Dinaw Mengestu