The artist says to the cosmos: All I ask is infinite love – is that so very wrong? And the cosmos doesn’t even bother to respond.
~ John Lanchester

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Sometimes, the only way of doing something is to do it.
~ John Lanchester

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In all memory there is a degree of fallenness; we are all exiles from our own pasts, just as, on looking up from a book, we discover anew our banishment from the bright worlds of imagination and fantasy.
~ John Lanchester

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Mere adequacy is never adequate.
~ John Lanchester

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The person doing the worrying experiences it as a form of love; the person being worried about experiences it as a form of control.
~ John Lanchester

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Once upon a time, food was about where you came from. Now, for many of us, it is about where we want to go — about who we want to be, how we choose to live.
~ John Lanchester

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