Thought: Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.
Woody Allen, Without Feathers
April 7th, 2012
It was hard to make a girl realize you had special feelings for her when she wouldn’t look at you, didn’t hear you, and made your throat clog up. It was even harder to live with the thought that the girl in question didn’t want you to have the special feelings.
Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
April 3rd, 2012
How boring to have the perfect man – if such a prodigy exists. How boring to always be good.
Erica Jong, Fear of Fifty
April 2nd, 2012
Life is not a storybook or joke shop. All this fun will come to no good. What’s the use of stories that aren’t even true.
Salman Rushdie, Haroun and the Sea of Stories
March 31st, 2012
“Where are the people?” The little prince finally resumed the conversation. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…”
“It’s also lonely with people,” said the snake.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
I still think that maybe the “afterlife” is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled.
John Green, Looking for Alaska
March 21st, 2012
Once you know the truth, it’s always obvious
Jennifer Crusie, Faking It
March 9th, 2012
I don’t know where people got the idea that characters in books are supposed to be likable. Books are not in the business of creating merely likeable characters with whom you can have some simple identification with. Books are in the business of creating great stories that make your brain go ahhbdgbdmerhbergurhbudgerbudbaaarr.
John Green
March 3rd, 2012
February 29th, 2012
Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.
I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, “Please — a little less love, and a little more common decency.
I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, “Please — a little less love, and a little more common decency.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slapstick (or Lonesome no More!)
“Don’t you see? It’s just not possible for one person to watch over another person forever and ever. I mean, suppose we got married. You’d have to work during the day. Who’s going to watch over me while you’re away? Or if you go on a business trip, who’s going to watch over me then? Can I be glued to you every minute of our lives? What kind of equality would there be in that? What kind of relationship would that be? Sooner or later you’d get sick of me. You’d wonder what you were doing with your life, why you were spending all your time babysitting this woman. I couldn’t stand that. It wouldn’t solve any of my problems.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
February 24th, 2012
Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. In fact, things will be even worse the next time you open your eyes. That’s the kind of world we live in, Mr Nakata. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won’t make time stand still.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
February 20th, 2012
Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene I hardly paid it any attention. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that 18 years later I would recall it in such detail. I didn’t give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together, and then about myself again. I was at that age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, to me. And worse, I was in love. Love with complications. Scenery was the last thing on my mind.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
