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berthold depoele (Bookwyrm)

dodosan@bouquins.zbeul.fr

A rejoint ce serveur il y a 7 mois, 3 semaines

J'aime bien lire, surtout de la fiction, en français et en anglais

Ce compte me sert principalement à garder une trace de mes lectures et à consigner les citations intéressantes ou drôles que j'y trouve

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Livres de berthold depoele (Bookwyrm)

John Burdett: Bangkok psycho (Paperback, 10-18) Aucune note

"Nous sommes de minuscules figurines accrochées à la breloque de l'infini." P. 148

"Vous ne savez pas ce que l'on éprouve quand on a une hypothèque sur son sang." P. 369

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Paul Auster: 4 3 2 1 (4321) (2017, Faber & Faber) Aucune note

"Alexander the Great conquers the world, and then what? He builds a rocket ship and invades Mars." P. 112

"Two roads diverged in an unreal city, and the future was dead." P. 178

"[...] and from one end of the earth to the other, the gods were silent." P. 228

"Time moved in two directions, because every step into the future carried a memory of the past [...]" P. 428

"It is on o'clock in the afternoon. The wind is blowing from the north, and the sparrow that was sitting on the telephone wire is gone." P. 610

"People die, and the world goes on, and whatever we can do to help each other out, well, that's what we do, isn't it?" P. 781

"The gods looked down from their mountain and shrugged." P. 878

"[...] and what a grand and …

"[...] Saraburi is ‘a land twice severed and sutured simply to be named at your tongue convenience’. Not only is this an apt analogy for the sacrifices a translator must make chen she chooses which components of the original language to carry across, it also raises a key question regarding the very enterprise of translation: for whose convenience do we translate?" Translators' Statement, P. 359

"I realize that although I had a new life, that life also came with a wound... Such is life, children. Birth and existence are imperfect." P. 5

"I am made of change, after all." P. 67

"The sound that emanated from his room was out of tune, but full of deep sadness." P. 123

"As the pen drags its ink along the deed, I hear mountains exploding, tremors rippling throuh again and again. Somewhere a cliff crumbles into pieces." P. 238