J. M. Coetzee Running Quotations

Belief may be no more, in the end, than a source of energy, like a battery which one clips into an idea to make it run.

His mouth opens. From inside him comes a slow stream, without breath, without interruption. It flows up through his body and out upon me; it passes through the cabin, through the wreck; washing the cliffs and shores of the island, it runs northward and southward to the ends of the earth. Soft and cold, dark and unending, it beats against my eyelids, against the skin of my face.