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"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)" my favorite poem<3 |
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If You're Interested
If any one feels like reading a story that has nothing to do with the Fourth of July, here is a link to my journal. Look for An Exercise Brought About By Boredom. I would appreciate feedback.
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"The magician seemed to promise that something torn to bits might be mended without a seam, that what had vanished might reappear, that a scattered handful of doves or dust might be reunited by a word, that a paper rose consumed by fire could be made to bloom from a pile of ash. But everyone knew that it was only an illusion. The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place." -The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon
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The Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien
"I sit by the fire and think - My favourite quote in the series. It made me think (when I read it for the first time when I was 13) that there are people who came before me who are now gone, and that there will be people after I am gone that will never know me. First time poster, go easy! |
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"Pleasure is the only thing worth having a theory about," he answered in his slow melodious voice. "But I am afraid I cannot claim my theory as my own. It belongs to Nature, not to me. Pleasure is Nature's test, her sign of approval. When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy." -Lord Henry -The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
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tell me that you love me, junie moon
He awoke often at four in the morning, at a time when the winds died and the stillness was oppressive. At those times it was hard for him to think of sex. More often he thought: I am always sleeping among strangers. - marjorie kellogg |
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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban- J. K. Rowling
"Professor Severus Snape, master of this school, commands you to yield the information you conceal!" Snape said, hitting the map with his wand. As though an invisible wand were writing upon it, words appeared on the smooth surface of the map. "Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business." Snape froze. Harry stared, dumbstruck, at the message. But the map didn't stop there. More writing was appearing beneath the first. "Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git." It would have been very funny if the situation hadn't been so serious. And there was more... "Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor." Harry closed his eyes in horror. When he'd opened them, the map had had its last word. "Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball." |
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"Madam," the Margrave ground out in a voice like sharpening knives, "this may come as an immense surprise to you, considering how highly you esteem your intellect, yet I must confess there is a great deal in this world about which you know less than nothing. I say 'less than' because you are informed incorrectly -- and being both tenacious and pompous, you cling to this misinformation as a pit bull to the bone, which makes you far more dangerous and contemptible than even the stupidest of men." havemercy ; jaida jones and danielle bennett |
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~ M Scott Peck, "The Road Less Travelled", 1983, p.26-27
Actually, I don't begin to have the knowledge or the time to gain that knowledge to be able to fix most mechanical failures, given the fact that I choose to concentrate my time on non-mechanical matters. So I still usually go running to the nearest repairman. But I now know that this is a choice I make, and that I am not cursed or genetically defective or otherwise incapacitated or impotent. And I know that I and anyone else who is not mentally defective can solve any problem if we are willing to take the time. |
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Some Longfellow
And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs And as silently steal away -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Sebastian Barry, "The Secret Scripture"
It was like the first time I thought I loved her, when she was young and slight as a watercolour, a mere gesture of bones and features, beautiful and perfect in my eyes, when I pledged myself to her, to make her happy, to adore her, to hold her in my arms - the strange, maybe stupid compact of all lovers. * The written word assumes authority but it may not have it. * It is always worth itemising happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers for happiness while you can. * I am old enough to know that time passing is just a trick, a convenience. Everything is always there, still unfolding, still happening. The past, the present, the future, in the noggin, eternally, like brushes, combs and ribbons in a handbag. * All that remains of me now is a rumour of beauty.
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So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us - that's snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allocated span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasureable loneliness. Sputnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami |
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A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.
"--and as I was singing and doing the slo-mo hands-in-hair-maneuver, I messed up the words to the song I was singing, and though it was two fifty-one in the morning, I became quickly, deeply embarrassed about my singing gaffe, convinced that there was a very good chance that someone could see me-- through the window, across the dark, across the street. I was sure, saw vividly that someone--or more likely a someone and his friends--over there was having a hearty laugh at my expense. That must drive you insa-- Oh Please. What would a brain do if not these sorts of exercises? I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind." -- Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius |
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The Horse and His Boy
"Let me down, Edmund," howled Rabadash. "Let me down and fight me like a King and a man; or if you are too great a coward to do that, kill me at once." "Certainly," began King Edmund, but King Lune interrupted. "By your Majesty's good leave," said King Lune to Edmund, "not so." Then, turning to Rabadash, he said, "Your royal Highness, if you had given that challenge a week ago, I'll answer for it there was no one in King Edmund's dominion, from the High King down to the smallest talking mouse, who would have refused it. But by attacking our castle of Anvard in time of peace without defiance sent, you have proved yourself no knight, but a traitor, and one rather to be whipped by the hangman than to be suffered to cross swords with any person of honor. Take him down, bind him, and carry him within till our pleasure is further known." Strong hands wrenched Rabadash's sword from him and he was carried away into the castle, shouting, threatening, cursing, and even crying. For though he could have faced torture, he couldn't bear being made ridiculous. ~C.S. Lewis |
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With still a million things to say...
Today the Arcadian idyll turned into something an awful lot more like work. TV interviews all morning, press conference all afternoon. Oh well. Neil,I'm in Campinas-Brasil, and it's a 5-hours-car trip to Paraty. If I get there, most likely on Saturday, where can I find you since I don't have a ticket to Flip? I really, REALLY would love to have you sign one of books. I, like many in this sunny country am a major fan of yours. I REALLY love your books! And I'm dying to get my hands on Graveyard Book and Neverwhere...Thanks for the attention Livia Let's see... first of all, you don't need a ticket for FLIP. You do need a ticket to get into the main tent where the authors are talking, or to sit down and watch the overflow screen -- but you can watch the interview without sitting down or listen from anywhere near where the big screen overflow place is. Richard Price and I will be talking at 11:45 am. As for signing, there will be a signing at about 1.00pm on Saturday in the signing area, which will undoubtedly go on for a while. We will probably have to limit the number of things I sign (so for heaven's sake don't hitchhike or drive carrying all the Sandman books plus another set for a dying friend -- they won't get signed. It will be two, maybe three things are most). I'll stop signing at 7.00pm when Tom Stoppard's talk starts, because I want to hear it. I'll also be on on Sunday at the DESERT ISLAND BOOKS panel at 5.00pm -- there's no signing planned after that, though. There may be more signing, there may not -- probably not, as the organisers haven't planned for it. I may sign stuff if you bump into me on the cobblestones or in the town square and ask nicely or just hold something out and smile (I have been so far, but it'll depend a bit on how many people try and whether I need to get from place to place) especially if you can do it without making it look like I've suddenly decided to do a signing in the street. |
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margaret cho, "i have chosen to stay and fight"
"There is no reason to tell us apart because I don't wish to be classified, as if that makes me more human to you, or makes me more identifiable to you, as if you can understand me better, as if the country my parents came from has affected my life so much that it makes me an exotic and rare bird." ( 2 more ) |
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Nobody thought it would last this long...
When in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary for one People to dissolve the Political Bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the Powers of the Earth, the separate and equal Station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent Respect to the Opinions of Mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the Separation. We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just Powers from the Consent of the Governed . . . . . . and it could end at any time. Remember, fellow Americans, "consent" means "participation," whatever you believe. |
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Living in Syria + Novels about Heian Japan =
Summer lies on the land like chains of gold and lapis, heavy and bright. These days seem so long. |
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hopeful
exhausted
hyper