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there will be more than a billion dead people

[...] after a while all that he's been will have completely dissolved, not even tears in the rain will remain but, rather that invisible ocean of each and every person who has lived and those about whom nothing is known, even if someone discovers a lost photograph or a postcard in a flea market. Yo…

—p.132 Stay This Day and Night With Me by Belén Gopegui
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darkened lampposts in the park

[...] We realized, his mother would say, that they were watching him learn. Human beings have that ability to turn almost any aspect of life into a peerless diamond, darkened lampposts in the park that, when lighted, alter the mood of a dream. [...]

—p.125 by Belén Gopegui
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there's nothing about her that suggests a helpless woman

People would sometimes speak of Perelman as a cruel nutcase, willing to deprive his mother, now an almost elderly woman, of a million dollars. Olga, on the other hand, wonders what that woman, Lubov, was like [...] there's nothing about her that suggests a helpless woman. It seems likely to Olga th…

—p.112 by Belén Gopegui
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a place without deception or torment

Several mathematician friends of Perelman said that he had assumed that the universe was imperfect, as was our planet and human beings too, himself included. He had managed to accept this thanks to the idea that there was, to his understanding, at least one place where all things fit together: the …

—p.111 by Belén Gopegui
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deep down they hold on to the card of freedom

[...] deep down they hold on to the card of freedom, that unspeakable yet precise certainty that they have a choice. They recall those times when they pay themselves a visit and take down an intention from the shelf, examine it, play a conviction like a music box, scold themselves for something the…

—p.94 by Belén Gopegui