Lisa Goldstein Quotes

Suddenly he didn’t care if the revolution were lost or won, only that it be over.

You think you know what your life will be like thirty years from now and suddenly you’re doing something you couldn’t have planned five minutes ago.

She was already caught in the enchanted net of the bookshelves. She walks down rows of books about history, science, cooking, a large section devoted to car repair. Her feet on the linoleum floor, and the young man turning pages, made the only sounds in the store. It’s like drinking, Claire thought, delighted, running her fingers over the spines. Worse, because the spell lasts longer. If you read, don’t drive.

A novel?" André laughed. "The novel's dead—don't waste your time. The novel takes a small—oh, infinitely small—cut-and-dried section of so-called reality and calls it art. Your life is art. Don't waste it trying to write a novel.

Lots of people would give anything to be in your place."
"I'm not lots of people," Mary said. "I'm me. That's what I'll never forgive, that you did all this without even asking me.

That’s what’s missing, she thought. Everyone in the city is so passionate about things. Here they are only passionate about their religion. They’ve lost everything else.

Three of her children were in school. At some time the government had recorded that Mama had three children of school age, so every day Mama sent three different children off to school. The teachers never seemed to notice.

A magician’s business is with words. He may use other things to help him along—amulets and so forth—but it is within words that the power lies. To choose the wrong words may mean death. And so magicians learn, from the first, to use as few words as possible, to answer as few questions as we can.

You are wrong, Rabbi. You did not kill your daughter. And it does not matter now if you could have done something to save her or not. To think about what might have happened is useless. You can think about what might have happened, turn it over and over in your mind until you can’t think of anything else. You can plan your revenge or—or suicide. But none of that can change the past. The dead—your daughter and my parents—they would want us to go on. To live.

She sat silent for a moment. The real world always lay out there waiting, ready to ambush you with something you could not control. The history you’ve made up for your own private kingdom turns out to be the national epic of some obscure country.

Robert, how have you been? You look good. They've been telling me a fantastic story, I don't believe a word of it…"
Robert sat down at the table next to Paul and ordered grenadine. "It's all true," he said. "Every word of it, even the parts they made up.

Your father was a very wise man. But you cannot acquire his wisdom by pretending to have it already.

Maybe art couldn’t survive it if was sponsored by the government. Maybe art always had to be subversive.

He knew that there could never be an apology enormous enough for what he had just said. He didn’t care. He was tired of people who told him what state his soul was in, André and Antonin and a few of the others who took their cue from André. He had gone through something, something so strange that even now he was not sure what it meant, but he knew he was somehow stronger for it. He would not give that up to be a follower again.

I’ve got to live up to their expectations by acting irresponsibly again.