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1 " For this quiet, unprepossessing, passive man who has no garden in front of his subsidised flat, books are like flowers. He loves to line them up on the shelf in multicoloured rows: he watches over each of them with an old-fashioned gardener's delight, holds them like fragile objects in his thin, bloodless hands. "
― Stefan Zweig , The Post-Office Girl
2 " Sam came around the back of the car and stopped dead when he saw me. " Oh my God, what is that?" I used my thumb and middle finger to flick the multicoloured pom-pom on top of my head. " In my language, we call it a hat. It keeps my ears warm." " Oh my God," Sam said again, and closed the distance between us. He cupped my face in his hands and studied me. " It's horribly cute." He kissed me, looked at the hat, and then he kissed me again. "
3 " Bloom of adulthood. Try a whiff of that. On your back in the dark you remember. Ah you remember. Cloudless May day. She joins you in the little summerhouse. Entirely of logs. Both larch and fir. Six feet across. Eight from floor to vertex. Area twenty-four square feet to the furthest decimal. Two small multicoloured lights vis-a-vis. Small stained diamond panes. Under each a ledge. There on summer Sundays after his midday meal your father loved to retreat with Punch and a cushion. The waist of his trousers unbuttoned he sat on the one ledge and turned the pages. You on the other your feet dangling. When he chuckled you tried to chuckle too. When his chuckle died yours too. That you should try to imitate his chuckle pleased and amused him greatly and sometimes he would chuckle for no other reason than to hear you try to chuckle too. Sometimes you turn your head and look out through a rose-red pane. You press your little nose against the pane and all without is rosy. The years have flown and there at the same place as then you sit in the bloom of adulthood bathed in rainbow light gazing before you. She is late. "
― Samuel Beckett , As the Story Was Told (Beckett Short)
4 " Amongst all the colours in this multicoloured world, even jet black has its reserved place. "