Sunday, November 23, 2008

Night Train to Lisbon, p.76

"Was this what came from thoughts of time running out and death: that all of sudden you didn't know anymore what you wanted? That you didn't know your own will anymore? That you lost the obvious familiarity with your own wishes? And in this way became strange and a problem to yourself?"

A friend recommended this book to me some time ago, and I've just now gotten around to it. I'm reading it slowly, making myself put it down frequently to take in what I've read. I never want it to end.