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even good men need a little grace.
in retrospect

in retrospect

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radicaldan:

Tekkonkinkreet (2006)

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Does the cosmos contain keys for opening up my diving bell? A subway line with no terminus? A currency strong enough to buy my freedom back? We must keep looking. I’ll be off now.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Mithra-Grandchamp is the women we were unable to love, the chances we failed to seize, the moments of happiness we allowed to drift away.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

The city, that monster with a hundred mouths and a thousand ears, a monster that knows nothing but says everything, has written me off.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Nothing was missing, except me. I was elsewhere.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches the home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past recede.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

No one can predict whether Théophile will be happy; but it is certain that he will live in the shadows.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

there is so little left from the warmth of the sun

"Are you there Jean-Do?" she asks anxiously over the air.

And I have to admit that at times I do not know anymore.

Ever since then, whenever I go through the main hall, I detect a hint of amusement in the empress’s smile.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Yet I understood the poetry of such mind games one day when, attempting to ask for my glasses, I was asked what I wanted to do with the moon.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

My diving bell becomes less oppressive, and my mind takes flight like a butterfly. There is so much to do. You can wonder off in space or in time, set out for Tierra del Fuego or for King Midas’s court.

You can visit the woman you love, slide down beside her and stroke her still-sleeping face. You can build castles in Spain, steal the Golden Fleece, discover Atlantis, realize your childhood dreams and adult ambitions.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast