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1 " Sometimes it's hard to tell what derails a train and with life, it is the same. "
― Sima B. Moussavian , As the moon began to rust
2 " No matter what you have heard: the line between life and death is not definite. Not like a wall, thick and hard to break, but constantly moving and volatile. It isn’t actually a line: not visible to the eye, but as hard to define as the water passage where the tide meets a river current. Standing at the shore, can anyone determine where the river ends and the sea begins and standing in life, can anyone determine when exactly they start to die? "
― Sima B. Moussavian
3 " His days were light beer: lacking potency and barely intoxicating. Hardly worth investing in and perhaps that was why he barely ever spent anything on them. He was a shipwreck at the bottom of the sea. Something useless and long forgotten about, only to treasure hunters still of worth. Maybe that was what Helen was: a treasure hunter and therefore convinced that she had use for him.~ As the moon began to rust "
4 " You feel the worst kind of lost when someone is looking for something in you. "
5 " He wore desperation like a comfy coat and, snuggled into it, he would feel relieved, because without hope you will never get disappointed again and won’t disappoint anyone else. "
6 " People are noise: the sort of it that disturbs your thinking. It’s only causing problems and the more of them you gather, the more problematic life gets. Their noise was the very reason why Tom was trying to avoid them and used to keep the doors shut when he heard them outside.~ As the moon began to rust "
7 " The wrong things draw you in like the Sunday-sun the eyes. You would stare straight into it and wonder if there is something somewhere out there, other than depressing sunny days and lonely Sundays: something more. When you would take your eyes out of the sun again, you would only see red spots as if the light had forgotten them on your retina and then you would stand around and ponder why your eyes would always wander towards the sun, although you don't want them to and actually know that it does harm.~ As the moon began to rust "
8 " Sometimes you'd just forget the truth like a language you haven't spoken in for years: when you would try again in a quiet hour, you'd only stutter and falter. You would make a fool of yourself and promise you wouldn't ever try again. But over one too many drinks you would be trying, anyway, which would be when fluently you’d speak languages you wouldn’t even know when sober. The truth that sober Tom had unlearned was turning him into an alcoholic. Constantly it kept coaxing him to drink, because he couldn't get it out any other way . "
9 " Five minutes sound like nothing, but a lot can happen in only five. It doesn't take much longer to father a child and if you do it right, in five you can even die. "
10 " That’s the biggest problem with the truth: once it has escaped you, it runs away and starts having a life of its own.~ As the moon began to rust "
11 " Big discoveries call for even bigger responsibility, since they come with the biggest hazards, if they get into the wrong hands. As soon as David is going to realise it, responsibility will be demanded of him as well, because, depending on whose hands get hold of it, a message in a bottle from the past that knows about the future is, like atomic energy, capable of wiping out the world. "
― Sima B. Moussavian , Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?
12 " Does a lack of life always equate to death? Perhaps it’s sometimes worse than that. For us, back then, it was. We were living an exiguity, an insufficiency which painfully demanded compensation, but to compensate for it we had nothing left. Silent. Perfectly silent as we were gliding across the icy earth. We didn't even leave traces anymore that could someday remind someone else that we had been there at all. How much does silence weigh and what amount of it can crush a man? However much: suddenly it was heavier on our shoulders. The silence, the air, the life that stuck to us like a tasteless chewing gum that we didn’t even want and all of a sudden, they ceased: the warm cloudlets, soaring into the icy air from my loosened lips. I stopped breathing. "
13 " People have always been hiding their problems behind an era like a playboy magazine under a bed. It’s always the century that’s to blame until it becomes history and blaming it, they would forget a bit that it is themselves who are meant to shape it. ~ As the moon began to rust "
14 " People have always been hiding their problems behind an era like a playboy magazine under a bed. It’s always the century that is to blame until it becomes history. And blaming it, people would forget a bit that it is them who are meant to shape it. "
15 " Real answers are rare. The search for them is as tiring as for gemstones on a river's gravel bed. From the surface, you might think you can see them: that you can assess their location, but the water, as clear as it might be, distorts your perception. As purposefully as you might dive down for them, you won't find them, either way, where you first assumed they’d be. Are they ever worth it? Real answers worth the risk to drown? Or would you be better off living with what you can see from the surface: your distorted perception of their actual shape? "
16 " The longer things take, the greater the expectation. As if the goal owes you for every second you invest in the path. But the view you have from a mountain top always remains the same: no matter how long it takes you to reach it. "
17 " Does anyone ever recognize themselves when they look back? When they see who they used to be at some point in their life, or do the things that you remember always feel like something unknown, strange? Does the caterpillar know it will become a butterfly? Do maggots suspect that at some stage they'll grow wings and once they are flying, would they recognize themselves when looking at a maggot in the trash? "
18 " The world had changed its attire last spring and what it was wearing now was a perfect fit to what it was deep inside: a controlling old slag who didn't care about anyone’s wishes and ignored everyone who won't live by her rules. Tom was finished with that cunt: the world behind the fogged up windows. He used to live in one of his own: a dirty, but well-protected world that no one had ever entered and everyone who even tried was to get shot before they made it over the threshold. ~ As the moon began to rust "
19 " Love is such a waste: a glass of water, put in front of you at a party. Getting drunk, you’d reach for it, hoping it would do you good, but then you would abuse it as an ashtray at three o'clock in the morning and the next time you would drink from it, it would only taste toxic and make you want to puke.~ As the moon began to rust "
20 " Love is such a waste! It’s a glass of water which is put in front of you at a party. Getting drunk, you’d reach for it, hoping it would do you good. But then you’d abuse it as an ashtray at three o'clock in the morning and the next time you would drink from it, it would only taste toxic and make you want to puke. "
