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you can make it up completely

I was pretty certain that he believed me. That’s the advantage of being twenty years older than someone: They don’t know your past. And even if they ask you a couple of distracted questions about what your life has been up until that point, you can make it up completely. A new life. They’re not goi…

—p.26 In the Café of Lost Youth by Patrick Modiano
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autumn has never been a sad season

[...] For me, autumn has never been a sad season. The dying leaves and the days that grow shorter and shorter have never evoked the end of something for me but instead brought with them anticipation for the future. In Paris, during these October evenings, there is an electricity in the air at dusk.…

—p.19 by Patrick Modiano
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at her age, everything scarred over very fast

She found herself alone in the street once more, but this time with a feeling of relief such as she had never known. She was certain she would never see him again and that a new life was starting for her, then and there. Sometime later, overhearing in a conversation the phrases “youthful indiscreti…

—p.97 Ballerina by Patrick Modiano
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you too need a discipline

“She got out of there as best she could,” Verzini added. “Thanks to dancing. She acquired a discipline. And I’ve always tried to help her to the best of my abilities.”

He had turned back toward the little table. One by one he picked up the proof sheets of The Glass Is Falling, spread out in disa…

—p.93 by Patrick Modiano
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the evening paper lying on the nightstand

The place looked as if it hadn’t changed since the thirties, like a bedroom long walled off that you discover when knocking down a partition in an apartment, with its period furniture, its unmade bed still bearing the imprint of a head on a pillow, and the evening paper lying on the nightstand, its…

—p.83 by Patrick Modiano