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She claimed that conformity created maladjustment and tradition could turn psychopathic.

Why with our emphasis on the individual are we still so blinded by the urge to conform?

The impulse to touch her and all the life in her was something I had to check regularly.

I've always thought of writing as sort of active communication.

I was raised on science as other people are raised on God, or Gods, or the crocodile.

Go. Go to your beautiful dances, your beautiful ceremonies. And we will bury our dead.

A year and a half up that little tributary somewhere?' Tillie said. 'Good God,

I tend to elongate the sentences as I'm writing and editing, and there is just something about the feeling of writing longhand that I really love.

Most women like to fuss around a wound of your past, pick at the thin scab, comfort you after they'd made it sting. Not Nell.

I'm always interested in a claustrophobic situation where people might be powerless to do things.

To go back to my childhood, I experienced lots of different family cultures, all the while feeling like none of them were mine.

For long stretches of time it felt like we were crawling around each other's brain.

I wasn't sure how I would kiss her without lifting her up to my lips. She laughed as if I had said this out loud.

It was only a button. It was only a bit of thread. From a wrinkled blue dress I had once undone.

The truth you find will always be replaced by someone else's.

He smelled of cigarettes and whiskey, the smell of Cambridge and youth.

I love this idea of trying to create that intellectual eroticism. That was what I was working toward all along.

I felt in some ways we'd had some sort of sex, sex of the mind, sex of ideas, sex of words, hundreds and thousands of words...

I has a last look at the sea, which was rumpled and agitated, a thick muscle that would hold on tight to everything it swallowed.

I don't like stories where I'm being given pages and pages of detail.

Glimpses of how it really was before us are rare, if not impossible.

I've also done things that put me in odd situations.

Americans could surprise you with the things they knew.

I'm very interested in the way people interact emotionally.

missionaries are now rushing in droves to the Solomons to convert their wicked souls.

Perhaps all science is merely self-investigation.

He didn't like her strong, nor did he like her weak.

You don't always see how much other people are shaping you. What

What's the point of all this? Of all what? she asked. Of all this life.

You have so much to offer, she was often told, as if she had a tray of cigarettes and candy perpetually strapped to her waist.

When only one person is the expert on a particular people, do we learn more about the people or the anthropologist when we read the analysis?

If I smiled at her she smiled back, and there were times I half pretended, half believed, she was my wife.

Narrative is the way to communicate ideas. Philosophy just tastes bad to most people unless you wrap it up in a good story.

I didn't want to miss the euphoria. I haven't, have I? You said it happened at the second-month mark.

Is the good scientist allowed artistic license?

The story you think you know is never the real one.

There are certain tribes in the middle Sepik that eat raw bat. A certain kind of raw bat is a delicacy.

I definitely feel that my brain works differently, and words come out differently, if I have a pencil in my hand, rather than if I have a keyboard.

Was it possible in any relationship to not disappoint, to do anything more than only briefly rekindle the initial fatal illusion?

She poured me another drink and in the light breeze of her movements I smelled again the manufactured smell of these women.

He is wine and bread and deep in my stomach.

I can't swim, so you better join me.

-Can we have one day when we don't have to talk about the meaning of life?
-I don't think we ever talk about anything else.

I love reading fiction about people who are connecting intellectually. I find that exhilarating.

But she was aware that the story you think you know is never the real one. She

You don't realise how language actually interferes with communication until you don't have it, how it gets in the way like an overdominant sense.

I've always been able to see the savageness beneath the veneer of society. It's not so very far beneath the surface, no matter where you go.

It all goes back to this idea of ownership again. Once I published that book and my words became a commodity, something broke between us.

We'd had some sort of sex, sex of the mind, sex of ideas, sex of words, hundreds of thousands of words.

Tears are not endless.

Hello and goodbye are the same. Baya ban," she said. "As many times as you can stand it.

Wine is sort of thrilling and sensual, and bread is familiar and essential.

I had one family that used a lot of yelling and screaming, and that was very normal. Another side of my family, nobody would raise their voice at all.

She stared at me and nodded into the silence between us, as if I were still talking and making perfect sense.

mind Nell was writing: - ornamentation of neck, wrists, fingers - paint on face only

It came to him that he didn't like holidays. . . . They bore down on you. Each one always ended up feeling like an exam . . .

Sometimes you just find a culture that breaks your heart," she said finally.