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We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love.David Mitchell
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How gleefully life shreds our well crafted plans.David Mitchell
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There're times when i suspect that the mind has a mind of its own. it shows us pictures. pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. this mind's mind exerts its own will, too, and has its own voiceDavid Mitchell
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So little is actually worthy of belief or disbelief. Better to strive to coexist than seek to disapprove .. .David Mitchell
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The truth of a myth, your Honor, is not its words but its patterns.David Mitchell
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I wish, he thinks, spoken words could be captured and kept in a locket.David Mitchell
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The clock’s pendulum catches the firelight, and in the rattle-breathed final moments of Jacob de Zoet, amber shadows in the far corner coagulate into a woman’s form. She slips between the bigger, taller onlookers unnoticed … … and adjusts her headscarf, the better to hide her burn. She places her cool palms on Jacob’s fever-glazed face. Jacob sees himself, when he was young, in her narrow eyes. Her lips touch the place between his eyebrows. A well-waxed paper door slides open.David Mitchell
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What man ain't the honestest cove in his own eyes?" Grote's round face is a bronze moon in the dark. "'Tain't good intentions what paves the road to hell: it's self-justifyin's.David Mitchell
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The human understanding is like a false mirror, which, receiving rays irregularly, distorts and discolors the nature of things by mingling its own nature.David Mitchell
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But thought has no eyelids to close or ears to block...David Mitchell
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One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.David Mitchell
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Anna would like you, he thinks, looking into her face. Anna would like you.David Mitchell
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I find a certain comfort, " confesses Marinus, "in humanity's helplessness.David Mitchell
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Loyalty looks simple... but it ain't.David Mitchell
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Orito banishes all thoughts of Jacob de Zoet, and recalls Jacob de Zoet.David Mitchell
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He thinks of the all steps that gathered this party and marvels at the weaverless looms of fortune.David Mitchell