(libri che continuano a farmi male)
So we dream on. Thus we invent our lives. We give ourselves a sainted mother, we make our father a hero; and someone’s older brother and someone’s older sister – they become our heroes too. We invent what we love and what we fear. There is always a brave lost brother – and a little lost sister, too. We dream on and on: the best hotel, the perfect family, the resort life. And our dreams escape us almost as vividly as we can imagine them… That’s what happens, like it or not. And because that’s what happens, this is what we need: we need a good, smart bear… Coach Bob knew it all along: you’ve got to get obsessed and stay obsessed. You have to keep passing the open windows.
Just when you begin thinking of yourself as memorable, you run into someone who can’t even remember having met you.
«Don’t you understand?», he would say, «You imagine the story better than I remember it».
You take every opportunity given you in this world, even if you have too many opportunities. One day, the opportunities stop, you know.
«Safer than we are», I told Franny. «Safer than love».
«Let me tell ya kid», Franny said to me, squeezing my hand. «Everything’s safer than love».
(john irving, hotel new hampshire)
a una cosa non mi abituerò mai: la fitta di dolore tra le costole [lo sterno, ricordati lo sterno] causata da alcuni silenzi. perché poi fanno così male, non riuscirò mai a capirlo.
the dead fish museum
My ideal life is a quiet one. I like to read, to sit still in the same chair, with the lampshade at a certain angle, alone, or with Meagan nearby, and now and then, if I’m lucky, I’ll come across a lovely phrase or fine sentiment, look up from my book, and feel the harmony of some notion, the justice of it, and know that everything is there. That’s life to me, those privately discovered moments.
le mogli: quelle di cui ci si lamenta e da cui si torna sempre, alla fine.
quando cliché e grande verità coincidono. ma si fa prima a dire quando questo non accade.