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Because maybe, in a way, we didn’t leave it behind nearly as much as we might once have thought. Because somewhere underneath, a part of us stayed like that: fearful of the world around us, and no matter how much we despised ourselves for it–unable quite to let each other go.

Kazuo Ishiguro

Love isn’t about when you first meet. It’s about the many, many years you spend together, when you’re trying to keep that flame burning.
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Burn Flame Love Relationship Togetherness Yourself
What I’m not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.
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Complete Different Enough Feeling Live Myself Time
Memory is quite central for me. Part of it is that I like the actual texture of writing through memory.
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Memories Memory Quite Writing
We all live inside bodies that will deteriorate. But when you look at human beings, they’re capable of very decent things: love, loyalty. When time is running out, they don’t care about possessions or status. They want to put things right if they’ve done wrong.
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Body Care Human Live Love Loyalty Possession Right Status Wrong Yourself
But then, I suppose, when with the benefit of hindsight one begins to search one’s past for such ‘turning points’, one is apt to start seeing them everywhere.
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Beginning Myself Search See Start
Its was one of those events which at a crucial stage in one’s development arrive to challenge and stretch one to the limit of one’s ability and beyond, so that thereafter one has a new standard by which to judge oneself.
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Ability Challenge Development Judgement Limitation Oneself
To see the best before I have properly begun would be somewhat premature.
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Best Myself Proper See
It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you’ve made, and there’s this panic because you don’t know yet the scale of disaster you’ve left yourself open to.
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Disaster Fingers Mistake Move Yourself
I cannot start a story or chapter without knowing how it ends. Of course, it rarely ends that way.
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End Myself Rare Start Way
Because maybe, in a way, we didn’t leave it behind nearly as much as we might once have thought. Because somewhere underneath, a part of us stayed like that: fearful of the world around us, and no matter how much we despised ourselves for it–unable quite to let each other go.
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Fear Leaving Ourselves Philosophy Quite Stay
There are things I am more interested in than the clone thing. How are they trying to find their place in the world and make sense of their lives? To what extent can they transcend their fate? As time starts to run out, what are the things that really matter?
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Fate Imitation Interest Myself Run Science Time Transcendence World
Memory, I realize, can be an unreliable thing; often it is heavily coloured by the circumstances in which one remembers.
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Color Memories Oneself Remember
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.
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Fade Memories Myself Quick See Surprise
My friends and I took songwriting very, very seriously. My hero was and still is Bob Dylan, but also people like Leonard Cohen and Joni Mitchell and that whole generation.
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Friendship Generation Hero Myself Writing
What interests me is the surprising enormous extent to which most people accept the fate that’s been given to them, and find some dignity.
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Acceptance Dignity Interest Myself People
As a writer, I’m more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened.
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Myself People Writing

Because maybe, in a way, we didn’t leave it behind nearly as much as we might once have thought. Because somewhere underneath, a part of us stayed like that: fearful of the world around us, and no matter how much we despised ourselves for it–unable quite to let each other go.

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