Tuesday, August 6, 2019 at 12:32PM
Drew Wolfe

Laila Lalami

A name is precious; it carries inside it a language, a history, a set of traditions, a particular way of looking at the world. Losing it meant losing my ties to all those things too.

He needed time to adjust to real life, where heroes and villains could not be told apart by their looks or their accents, where there were no last minute reversals of fortune.

His anger took many shapes: sometimes soft and familiar, like a round stone he had caressed for so long that is was perfectly smooth and polished; sometimes it was thin and sharp like a blade that could slice through anything; sometimes it had the form of a star, radiating his hatred in all directions, leaving him numb and empty inside.

No lies are more seductive than the ones we use to console ourselves.

To overcome my fear, I shackled myself with hope, its links heavier than any metal known to man.

The universe had an odd sense of fairness; it took away things one did not want to give up, and then gave things one did not ask for

I was preoccupied only with the price of things and neglected to consider their value.

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