Fair Play

There are empty spaces that must be respected — those often long periods when a person can’t see the pictures or find the words and needs to be left alone.

She began to anticipate a solitude of her own, peaceful and full of possibility. She felt something close to exhilaration, of a kind that people can permit themselves when they are blessed with love

“She’s not shy; she just won’t bother trying to be pleasant. She thinks it’s artistic to be gloomy.

have not thought much about the face of death. And do you know why? Because you do not live with all your strength, all the time, in your own triumph dashing ahead of time, anticipating it and disdaining it. I am awake, always. Even in my brief dreams I continue to work, constantly. Nothing must be lost.”

“Dreadful,” he burst out. “Faces, faces—and their hands! Expressionless, meaningless, raw material

“Forget it,” said Jonna. “Forget it. Don’t grieve for a net, grieve for everything else that’s broken and can’t ever be mended. Your uncle liked making nets; it was what he knew, it was calming and familiar. Going into that loft you’ve talked about. I’m sure it helped him shut everything out, and everyone. He wasn’t thinking about fish, not a bit, and not about you getting the net as a present. He was just at peace, doing work that was his and only his.

Expect something philosophically calm – and something discreetly radical.

But the cemeteries at home are much prettier, and you don’t visit them.”
“No,” Mari said, “those are just people we know. These are more distant.”

“you know, I think more about a film you’ve shown me than I do about all my worries, I mean all the things I’ve got to do and all the dumb things I’ve ever

done… It’s sort of like your movies freed me from myself. I mean, of course it’s still me, but I’m not my own responsibility.”