• Time is how you spend your love

    Zadie Smith
  • These days, it feels to me like you make a devil's pact when you walk into this country. You hand over your passport at the check-in, you get stamped, you want to make a little money, get yourself started... but you mean to go back! Who would want to stay? Cold, wet, miserable; terrible food, dreadful newspapers - who would want to stay? In a place where you are never welcomed, only tolerated. Just tolerated. Like you are an animal finally house-trained

    Zadie Smith
  • Sometimes, one wants to have the illusion that one is making ones own life, out of one's own resources

    Zadie Smith
  • There was an inevitability about the road towards each other which encouraged meandering along the route

    Zadie Smith
  • When a human being becomes a set of data on a website like Facebook, he or she is reduced. Everything shrinks. Individual character. Friendships. Language. Sensibility. In a way it’s a transcendent experience: we lose our bodies, our messy feelings, our desires, our fears

    Zadie Smith
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