Sometimes I jot the words down to reread them, but always forget why they appealed to me at the time I was reading the book…
“People like it when you tell them things…in a modest, intimate tone, and they think they know you, but they do not, they know about you, for what they are let in on are facts, not feelings, not what your opinion is about anything at all, not how what has happened to you and how all the decisions you have made have turned you into what you are.
What they do is fill in with their own feelings and opinions and assumptions, and they compose a new life which has precious little to do with yours, and that lets you off the hook…
No one can touch you unless you yourself want them to. You only have to be polite and smile and keep paranoid thoughts at bay because they will talk about you no matter how much you squirm, it is inevitable and you would do the same thing yourself…we do decide for ourselves when it will hurt.”
A short but powerful novel by a Scandinavian author – with hints of Chekhov depression, Out Stealing Horses has many moments for introspection. Trond Sonder, a recent widower, wants to be alone, and moves to a rustic cabin in the woods to find quiet. Hard to read, not only for the unyielding memories Trond unearths while alone, but also for the flipping back and forth in time in his thoughts. Not a book to be read lightly.
“The race is long. It is better to drive within oneself and finish the race behind the others than it is to drive too hard and crash.”
One of my favorite books with Enzo’s philosophy of life that saves his race car driver master.