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“When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. And they beheld Him in the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness, having raiment as of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not look upon Him. And there came a voice out of heaven, calling: Elijah! Elijah! And he answered with a main cry: Abba! Adonai! And they beheld Him even Him, ben Bloom Elijah, amid clouds of angels ascend to the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over Donohoe's in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel.”
― James Joyce, Ulysses

“चुप्पी कैसे कहें?�� उसने कहा। “तुम लिखत�� हो... तु�� जानो।�� “इ�� सारे मौ�� को कहने के लि�� एक प्रे�� की ज़रूर�� होगी... चलते-फिरत�� प्रे�� की... जो बातो�� को ऐस�� कह�� कि कवित�� लग��... हा�� कवित��... कवित�� की ज़रूर�� होगी... कवित�� छुपे हु�� वाक्यो�� को सत�� पर आसानी से ले आती है�� पर उस प्रे�� को सुनन�� के लि�� गहरे उतरन�� पड़ेगा।�� “कितना गहरे?�� भूमिका ने चंचलता लि�� पूछा�� “उतन�� ही जितनी जग�� हमेश�� छूटी रहती है हमार�� दो संवादो�� के बीच।�� भूमिका चु�� रही और वह इस चुप्पी मे�� किसी प्रे�� के कु�� कह देने की प्रार्थन�� करने लगा।”
― Manav Kaul, Chalta-Phirta Pret �� चलता-फिरत�� प्रे��

“It is in this gesture of "going beyond," to be something in oneself rather than the pawn of a consensus, the refusal to stay within a rigid circle that others have drawn around one-it is in this solitary act that one finds true creativity. All others things follow as a matter of course.”
― Alexander Grothendieck

“Saugandhi lived in her brain. But when a man spoke to her gently, she descended and spread to all parts of her body. Although her mind abhorred the physical relationship between a man and a woman, her body hungered for it. It yearned for exhaustion and forgetfulness, the wondrous sleep that takes over after the body has been wracked, the peace which follows after the body has taken a beating, the bones aching and loose. You forget you exist and in those intervals of being and nonbeing you feel you are high up in the sky, surrounded on all sides by nothing but air. Stifling in that atmosphere would be joy.”
― Saadat Hasan Manto