A woman should never learn to sew and if she can she shouldn’t admit to it.
AlmÃ¡sy: What do you love most?
Katharine Clifton: Water. Fish in it. Hedgehogs, I love hedgehogs. Marmite. Baths, but not with other people! Islands. I could go on all day.
AlmÃ¡sy: Go on all day.
Katharine Clifton: Your handwriting. My husband.
AlmÃ¡sy: And what do you hate most?
Katharine Clifton: A lie. And you?
AlmÃ¡sy: Ownership. When you leave, forget me.
AlmÃ¡sy: You’re wearing the thimble, you idiot.
Katharine Clifton: I’ve always worn it, I have always loved you.
Am I K in your book? I think I must be…
Each night i tore my heart, and in the morning it was full again.
Every night I cut my heart out, but in the morning its full again.
Every night…I cut out my heart. But in the morning, it is full again.
Hana: There’s a man downstairs. He brought us eggs. He might stay.
AlmÃ¡sy: Why? Can he lay eggs?
Hana: He’s Canadian.
AlmÃ¡sy: Why are people so happy when they collide with someone from the same place? What happened in Montreal when you passed a man in the street? Did you invite him to live with you?
How can you ever smile, as if your life hadn’t capsized?
How can you smile, pretending as though your life hadn’t capsized?
I am just a bit of toast, my friend.
I can still taste you. I try to write, with your taste in my mouth.
I have to teach myself to not read so much into things, it comes from so long of reading to much into hardly anything.
I just wanted you to know, I’m not missing you yet.
I kept my promise.
I know you’ll come and carry me out into the palace of winds
I once traveled with a guide who was taking me to Faya. He didn’t speak for nine hours. At the end of it he pointed to the horizon and said, ‘Faya!’ That was a good day.
It’s a very plumb plum
Katharine Clifton: This — what is this?
AlmÃ¡sy: It’s a folk song.
Katharine Clifton: Arabic.
AlmÃ¡sy: No, no. It’s Hungarian. My daijka sang it to me when I was a child growing up in Budapest.
Katharine Clifton: It’s beautiful. What’s it about?
AlmÃ¡sy: Szerelam means love. And the story, well, there’s this Hungarian count. He’s a wanderer. He’s a fool. And for years he’s on some kind of a quest for… who knows what. And then one day, he falls under the spell of a mysterious English woman. A harpy, who beats him, and hits him, he he becomes her slave, and he sews her clothes, and worships–
[Katharine starts hitting him.]
AlmÃ¡sy: Stop it! Stop it! You’re always beating me!
Katharine Clifton: Bastard! You bastard, I believed you! You should be my slave.
Katherine…I just want you to know…I’m not missing you yet
New lovers are nervous and tender, yet smash everything- for the heart is an organ of fire
The heart is an organ of fire
There is no God, but I hope someone watches over you.
there’s a war. where you come from becomes important.
why, i hate that.
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes; tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers, characters we have hidden if as if caves, fears we have climbed up as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when i am dead. I believe in such cartography, to be marked by nature. Not just to label ourselves like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communial books, communial histories. All that I wished was to walk upon an earth that had no maps.
what i do object to, is you drinking all my condensed milk.
why are you people so threatned by a woman?
You have to bargain, otherwise it insults them.
You speak so many bloody languages, and you never want to talk.
You’re absolutely right… Shut up, shut up! LASHINGS of apologies all round.
You’ve still got sand in your hair.
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