Kazuo Ishiguro: Trending quotes (page 2)

“I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really - one has to ask oneself - what dignity is there in that?”

“Memory is quite central for me. Part of it is that I like the actual texture of writing through memory…”

“After all, what can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished?”

“We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through, or feel we've had enough time.”

“Your life must now run the course that's been set for it.”

“A part of us stayed like that: fearful of the world around us, and-no matter how much we despised ourselves for it-unable quite to let each other go.”

“It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. If I’d known, maybe I’d have kept tighter hold of them, and not let unseen tides pull us apart.”

“It was like there was some parallel universe we all vanished off to where we had all this sex.”

“As with a wound on one's own body, it is possible to develop an intimacy with the most disturbing of things”

“What is pertinent is the calmness of that beauty, its sense of restraint.”

“I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they'd once belonged to the sea.”

“What is pertinent is the calmness of beauty, its sense of restraint. It is as though the land knows of its own beauty, its own greatness, and feels no need to shout it.”

“Even the solitude, I've actually grown to quite like… I do like the feeling of getting into my little car, knowing for the next couple of hours I'll have only the roads, the big gray sky and my daydreams for company.”

“But then, I suppose, when with the benefit of hindsight one begins to search one's past for such 'turning points', one is apt to start seeing them everywhere.”

“When you are young, there are many things which appear dull and lifeless. But as you get older, you will find these are the very things that are most important to you.”

“She might be a great person, but life's so much bigger than just loving someone.”

“Memory, I realize, can be an unreliable thing; often it is heavily coloured by the circumstances in which one remembers.”

“And I saw a little girl, her eyes tightly closed, holding to her breast the old kind of world, one that she knew in her heart could not remain, and she was holding it and pleading, never to let her go.”

“And if these incidents now seem full of significance and all of a piece, it's probably because I'm looking at them in the light of what came later…”