27 Quotes & Sayings By Eleanor Catton

The saxophone is the cocaine of the woodwind family, the sax teacher continues. Saxophonists are admired because they are dangerous, because they have explored a darker, more sinister side of themselves. Eleanor Catton

The saxophone does not speak that language. The saxophone speaks the language of the underground, the jaded melancholy of the half-light–grimy and sexy and sweaty and hard. It is the language of orphans and bastards and whores. Eleanor Catton

But could he endure it, that other men knew her in a way that he, Staines, did not? He did not know. Eleanor Catton

He liked lonely places, because he never really felt alone. Eleanor Catton

Suffering, he thought later, could rob a man of his empathy, could turn him selfish, could make him depreciate all other sufferers. Eleanor Catton

What was glimpsed in Aquarius–what was envisioned, believed in, prophesied, predicted, doubted, and forewarned–is made, in Pisces, manifest. Those solitary visions that, but a month ago, belonged only to the dreamer, will now acquire the form and substance of the real. We were of our own making, and we shall be our own end. And after Pisces? Out of the womb, the bloody birth. We do not follow: we cannot cross from last to first. Aries will not admit a collective point of view, and Taurus will not relinquish the subjective. Gemini's code is an exclusive one. Cancer seeks a source, Leo, a purpose, and Virgo, a design; but these are projects undertaken singly. Only in the zodiac's second act will we begin to show ourselves: in Libra, as a notion, in Scorpio, as a quality, and in Sagittarius, as a voice. In Capricorn we will gain memory, and in Aquarius, vision; it is only in Pisces, the last and oldest of the zodiacal signs, that we acquire a kind of selfhood, something whole. But the doubled fish of Pisces, that mirrored womb of self and self-awareness, is an ourobouros of mind–both the will of fate, and the fated will–and the house of self-undoing is a prison built by prisoners, airless, door-less, and mortared from within. These alterations come upon us irrevocably, as the hands of the clock-face come upon the hour. Eleanor Catton

If I have learned one thing from experience, it is this: never underestimate how extraordinarily difficult it is to understand a situation from another person's point of view. Eleanor Catton

It is not yet a feeling that points her in a direction. It is just the feeling of a vacuum, a void waiting to be filled. Eleanor Catton

We observe that one of the great attributes of discretion is that it can mask ignorance of all the most common and lowly varieties, and Walter Moody was nothing if not excessively discreet. Eleanor Catton

We were talking nonsense, and I said something silly about unrequited love, and he became very serious, and he stopped me, and he said that unrequited love was not possible; that it was not love. He said that love must be freely given, and freely taken, such that the lovers, in joining, make equal halves of something whole. Eleanor Catton

He and Anna lay facing each other, Staines lying on his left hip, and Anna, on her right, both of them with their knees drawn up to their chests, Staines with one hand tucked beneath his bandaged shoulder, Anna with one hand tucked beneath her cheek. She must have turned toward him, some time in the night: her left arm was flung outward, her fingers reaching, her palm turned down.. Devlin came closer.. He looked down at Anna and Emery, their mirrored bodies, facing in. They were breathing in t . Eleanor Catton

Are you fixing to stay in this country, then, Walter? After you've dug yourself a patch, and made yourself a pile?'' I expect my luck will decide that question for me.'' Would you call it lucky to stay, or lucky to go?'' I'd call it lucky to choose, ' said Moody–surprising himself, for that was not the answer he would have given, three months prior. Eleanor Catton

Let's just enjoy it for ourselves. Dawn is such a private hour, don't you think? Such a solitary hour. One always hears that said of midnight, but I think of midnight as remarkably companionable–everyone together, sleeping in the dark.'' I am afraid I am interrupting your solitude, ' Anna Eleanor Catton

Solitude is a condition best enjoyed in company. Eleanor Catton

She is a loner, too bright for the slutty girls and too savage for the bright girls, haunting the edges and corners of the school like a sullen disillusioned ghost Eleanor Catton

She gave a shiver, and suddenly clutched her arms about her body. She spoke, Gascoigne thought, with an exhilarated fatigue, the kind that comes after the first blush of love, when the self has lost its mooring, and, half-drowning, succumbs to a fearful tide. But addiction was not love; it could not be love. Gascoigne could not romanticize the purple shadows underneath her eyes, her wasted limbs, the dreamy disorientation with which she spoke; but even so, he thought, it was uncanny that opium's ruin could mirror love's raptures with such fidelity. . Eleanor Catton

Is it the smoke?' the boy said, shivering slightly. 'I've never touched the stuff, myself, but how it claws at one...like a thorn in every one of your fingers, and a string around your heart...and one fees it always. Nagging. Nagging. Eleanor Catton

I wish to be able to call myself deserving of my lot, ' Moody said carefully. 'Luck is by nature underserved. Eleanor Catton

Pritchard was lonely, and like most lonely souls, he saw happy couples everywhere. Eleanor Catton

What an unrequited love it is, this thirst! But is it love, when it is unrequited? Eleanor Catton

I would make up silver lies studded with shards of perfect detail like mosaic splinters, sharp and everlasting, the kind of tiny faultless detail that would make them all sure that what I said was true. I would have alibis. I would bring in other people and teach them a story, and rehearse it so carefully and for so long that soon they’d all start to believe that what they said was actually true. Eleanor Catton

I see disappointment as something small and aggregate rather than something unified or great. With a little effort, every failure can be turned into something good. Eleanor Catton

To experience sublime natural beauty is to confront the total inadequacy of language to describe what you see. Words cannot convey the scale of a view that is so stunning it is felt. Eleanor Catton

Fiction is supposed to be immersive and supposed to be entertaining and narrative, so structures have to be buried a little bit. If they come foregrounded too much, it stops being fiction and starts being poetry - something more concrete and out of time. Eleanor Catton