.. How deep will the grave be? Is there a sea bottom where her husband can rest in peace, in his sewn-up canvas shroud? Or is there no bottom, does the sea continue downwards into infinity?
... she lies down on her bunk and closes her eyes. She travels back in her memroy as fas as she can, back into her childhood where the shadows grows longer and longer. Maybe that is where she can hide away until the moment comes when her dead husband disappears into the sea for good. Leaves her. For ever. Her childhood, deep down there. As if at the bottom of an abyss.
.. the cold was a sea, the house a ship, and the winter an endless waiting.
.. Hanna had often thought about how her mother was directing all her pain inwards, to where she had hidden away somewhere inside her a secret source of strength that overcame all her pains and troubles.
.. But although he had only been dead for a few days, it seemed that she was already having difficulty in re-creating his face. Death is like a fog, she thought, which slowly envelops the person who is passing away.
..Black people lie in order to avoid unnecessary suffering. White people lie to preserve the superiority they wish to uphold. And the others, the Arabs and Indians, lie because there is no longer room for the truth in this town we live in.
.. anybody who robs somebody of their freedom can never expect to form a close relationship with them.
.. nightmares that can never become reality. The more of them there are, the more confused they become.
.. if you were confronted by a lion, the worst thing you could do was to run away. That would only result in the lion taking up the hunt and felling the fugitive with a bite at the back of his head.
.. why should you be ashamed of something you've forgotten? does that mean you should also be ashamed of what you remember?
