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no one likes to abandon a book they’re writing

[...] no one likes to abandon a book they’re writing, you want to abide there, to be in that river forever. It was so beautiful to have found it, so unhoped-for, so grandiose. It’s not every day you find a book to write, a love affair to experience. In general, they’re things that elude you, you sp…

—p.171 The Beginners by Anne Serre
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people who slave away at things

[...] She has always liked people who slave away at things. She likes it when they go to great lengths to realize their full potential in the execution of some colossal task, like Guillaume scaling some incredible peak. She has perhaps done this herself, in order to survive. So she watches Thomas m…

—p.131 by Anne Serre
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Guillaume didn’t do more to get her back

Still, it’s strange that Guillaume didn’t do more to get her back. She’s baffled by this. He had suffered a terrible blow, of course, when she told him about her passion for Jude the Obscure: but after that? Why did he lend so much credence to her story? Why didn’t he just say to himself: I’ll plac…

—p.125 by Anne Serre
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she had been expelled from that womb

[...] What is it she’s so scared of losing in choosing one man over the other? Were she to return to Guillaume — dear me, there’s probably no chance of that now, too much harm has been done — she would lose that promise of a new life which had so attracted her that she had rushed straight in, her d…

—p.124 by Anne Serre
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it’s a loftier form of love than that

[...] In short, it’s as if the whole world was incapable of understanding the distinctiveness of Guillaume and Anna’s love. It’s not the kind of romance you find in a film or a novel, between a man and a woman who love one another, are unfaithful, suffer, and part. It’s a loftier form of love than …

—p.100 by Anne Serre