That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.
Anita BrooknerIn real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.
Anita BrooknerExistentialism is about being a saint without God; being your own hero, without all the sanction and support of religion or society.
Anita Brookner