Despair ... is like a gas, odourless, tasteless, without nourishment. You breathe it in, your limbs relax, you cease to care, even at the moment when the steel touches your throat.
I am not the we of anyone - J. M. Coetzee
I am not the we of anyone
- J. M. Coetzee
A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us. - J. M. Coetzee
A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us.
Truth is not spoken in anger. Truth is spoken, if it ever comes to be spoken, in love. The gaze of love is not deluded. It sees what is best in the b… - J. M. Coetzee
Truth is not spoken in anger. Truth is spoken, if it ever comes to be spoken, in love. The gaze of love is not deluded. It sees what is best in the b…
(I)f we are going to be kind, let it be out of simple generosity, not because we fear guilt or retribution. - J. M. Coetzee
(I)f we are going to be kind, let it be out of simple generosity, not because we fear guilt or retribution.
When all else fails, philosophize. - J. M. Coetzee
When all else fails, philosophize.
Our lies reveal as much about us as our truths - J. M. Coetzee
Our lies reveal as much about us as our truths
Let me say it openly: we are surrounded by an enterprise of degradation, cruelty, and killing which rivals anything the Third Reich was capable of, i… - J. M. Coetzee
Let me say it openly: we are surrounded by an enterprise of degradation, cruelty, and killing which rivals anything the Third Reich was capable of, i…
We must cultivate, all of us, a certain ignorance, a certain blindness, or society will not be tolerable. - J. M. Coetzee
We must cultivate, all of us, a certain ignorance, a certain blindness, or society will not be tolerable.
There seemed nothing to do but live. - J. M. Coetzee
There seemed nothing to do but live.
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