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512 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1991
They wanted to know the essence of pain, they wanted to suffer, to feel, to love, to hate, to be greater than hate, and to be imperfect in order to always have something to strive towards, which is beauty. They wanted also to know wonder and to live miracles. Death is too perfect.
They keep coming and going till their time is right.
I wanted the liberty of limitations, to have to find or create new roads from this one which is so hungry, this road of our refusal to be. I was not necessarily the stronger one; it may be easier to live with the earth's boundaries than to be free in infinity.
He saw the world in which black people always suffered and he didn't like it.
...no story could ever be finished.
The whole of human history is an undiscovered continent deep in our souls.
“In the beginning, there was a river. The river became a road and the road branched out to the whole world. And because the road was once a river it was always hungry.”
‘What are you doing here?’ one of them would ask.
‘Living’ I would reply.
‘Living for what?’
‘I don’t know.’
“Poverty is driving me mad”