Quotes by Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives

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If my mind and my city were the same thing then I was losing my mind. — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
While he wanted to teach me what he knew, I wanted him to see what it all looked like for me—perhaps love is a process o — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
we wept within the moment that was dividing our life into before and after, whereby the before was forever foreclosed, w — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
The cafeteria in the Chicago’s Children’s Memorial Hospital basement was the saddest place in the world—and forever it s — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
One of the most common platitudes we heard was that “words failed.” But words were not failing us at all. It was not tru — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
Only those who do not care, only those who find a way to diminish or extinguish the value of other human beings, survive — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
One of the most despicable religious fallacies is that suffering is ennobling, that it is a step on the path to some kin — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
-not only did he deplore the waste of words, he detested the moral lassitude with which they were wasted. To him, in who — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
Listening to Ella furiously and endlessly unfurl the yarns of the Mingus tales, I understood that the need to tell stori — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
Isabel’s indelible absence is now an organ in our bodies whose sole function is a continuous secretion of sorrow. — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
-the apartment had been directly in the sight line of a Serb sniper across the river. Teta-Jozefina was a devout Catholi — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
It was a great fucking time, the short era of disaster euphoria, for nothing enhances pleasures and blocks guilt like a — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
I much preferred winning to thinking and I didn't like losing at all. — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives
The hopeless hope is one of the early harbingers of spring, bespeaking an innocent belief that the world might right its — Aleksandar Hemon, The Book of My Lives