I keep a journal of thoughts of the books I read and include my fav quotes, so here’s a few of my favs:
“THE LACUNA” by Barbara Kingsolver:
“This is what it means to be alone: everyone is connected to everyone else, their bodies are a bright liquid life flowing around you, sharing a single heart that drives them to move all together. If the shark comes, they will all escape, and leave you to be eaten.”
“You’ve never seen anything as dramatic as these American trees, dying their thousand deaths.”
“The earth smells of smoke and rainstorms, calling everything to come back, lie down, submit to a quiet, moldy return to the cradle of origins. This is how we celebrate The Day of the Dead in America: by turning up our collars against the scent of earthworms calling us home.”
“ZORBA THE GREEK” by Nikos Kazantzakis:
“They tell me about the perplexity of mankind, who can give no answer to the question you’ve just put me, Zorba.”
“The human element is brutish, uncouth, impure – it is composed of love, the flesh and a cry of distress.”
“THE GROTESQUE” by Patrick McGrath:
“…The living are just a rare species of the dead… I don’t believe this. The living, I think, are *larvae* of the dead – dead bodies at an early stage of development.”
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I keep a journal of thoughts of the books I read and include my fav quotes, so here’s a few of my favs:
“THE LACUNA” by Barbara Kingsolver:
“This is what it means to be alone: everyone is connected to everyone else, their bodies are a bright liquid life flowing around you, sharing a single heart that drives them to move all together. If the shark comes, they will all escape, and leave you to be eaten.”
“You’ve never seen anything as dramatic as these American trees, dying their thousand deaths.”
“The earth smells of smoke and rainstorms, calling everything to come back, lie down, submit to a quiet, moldy return to the cradle of origins. This is how we celebrate The Day of the Dead in America: by turning up our collars against the scent of earthworms calling us home.”
“ZORBA THE GREEK” by Nikos Kazantzakis:
“They tell me about the perplexity of mankind, who can give no answer to the question you’ve just put me, Zorba.”
“The human element is brutish, uncouth, impure – it is composed of love, the flesh and a cry of distress.”
“THE GROTESQUE” by Patrick McGrath:
“…The living are just a rare species of the dead… I don’t believe this. The living, I think, are *larvae* of the dead – dead bodies at an early stage of development.”