The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell

– The soul is a verb, not a noun.

– Birds are notched on the low sky. Autumn is aging.

– The darkness opposite quickens and stirs into the form of a cat.

– If only the human mind were a scroll that could be rolled up.

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