A Book Shelf.

10/11/12 | 10:17

This is our mammalian conflict—what to give to the others, and what to keep for yourself. Treading that line, keeping the others in check, and being kept in check by them, is what we call morality. Hanging a few feet above the Chilterns escarpment, our crew enacted morality’s ancient, irresolvable dilemma: us, or me.

Ian McEwan — Enduring Love

03/08/12 | 06:31

It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy; it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.

Jane Austen - Sense and Sensibility

19/07/12 | 07:32

Some strangers become more important to you than family, maybe because you’re not expected to love them. You can leave them whenever you want to. They can, too. Every moment together is a choice.

Walter Kirn — Thumbsucker

14/07/12 | 05:35

Certain people led such charmed lives, apparently, that even their wounds worked out to their advantage.

Walter Kirn — Thumbsucker

09/07/12 | 04:41

Even the worst were trying to do their best today. Tomorrow or the next day they’d probably lapse, but the hope was that they’d recover and try a new thing. Nothing solved everything. Some things didn’t solve anything. You just had to treat every practice as the game.

Walter Kirn — Thumbsucker

08/07/12 | 09:35

I want you to remember me. If you remember me, then I don’t care if everybody else forgets.

Haruki Murakami — Kafka on the Shore

[07/07/12 | 10:15]

I’m looking for a new theme for this blog, one that’s good for text only/quote only posts. Any suggestions?

05/07/12 | 08:24

The Earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details of the real, there are dreams. And everyone’s living in them.

Haruki Murakami — Kafka on the Shore

04/07/12 | 11:06

We’re not metaphors.”
“I know,” I say. “But metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me.

Haruki Murakami — Kafka on the Shore

02/07/12 | 10:16

If you think God’s there, He is. If you don’t, He isn’t. And if that’s what God’s like, I wouldn’t worry about it.

Haruki Murakami — Kafka on the Shore