“All I ever asked of life was that it should pass me by without my even noticing it.”
—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
“Sometimes I sensed that the books I read in rapid succession had set up some sort of murmur among themselves, transforming my head into an orchestra pit where different musical instruments sounded out, and I would realize that I could endure this life because of these musicales going on in my head.”
—Orhan Pamuk, The New Life
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