Geleidelijk kwam hij op een leeftijd, waarop hij oude mensen kende die hij nog gekend had toen zij zo oud waren als hij nu. Dat was een verbazende ontdekking, waardoor hij zowel oude als jonge mensen met andere ogen ging bekijken, en allereerst zichzelf.
Harry Mulish: De Aanslag
Customised errors
Handcrafted mistakes
Bonaparte: If We Lived Here
Stars? Who remembers stars? Come to think of it, had I even looked up at the sky recently? Had the stars been wiped out of the sky three months ago, I wouldn't have known. The only things I noticed were silver bracelets on women's wrists and popsicle sticks in potted rubber plants. There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night. No car, no car stereo, no silver bracelets, no shuffling, no dark blue tweed suits.
Haruki Murakami: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World.
Do time travellers live longer or shorter?
Orlando had become a woman—there is no denying it. But in every other respect, Orlando remained precisely as he had been. The change of sex, though it altered their future, did nothing whatever to alter their identity. Their faces remained, as their portraits prove, practically the same. His memory—but in future we must, for convention's sake, say 'her' for 'his,' and 'she' for 'he'—her memory then, went back through all the events of her past life without encountering any obstacle.
Virginia Woolf: Orlando: A Biography
