Thursday, November 30, 2006

"I figured the real tragedy in modern life wasn’t that there were no heroes left, like some people say, but more like all those potential heroes are stuck in traffic or on sitting on the can when you really needed them. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time to do their thing. That, I believe, is the petty truth."
- Kristyn Dunnion "Mosh Pit"
He asked me if I loved him, and I didn't know what to say. Sure, I thought I loved him, but it never dawned on me to actually say so. That freaked me out.
"Ask me that again, okay?"
That stopped him for a second. "Do you love me?"
"With feeling."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, I love you."
"Say that again, okay?"
"Yes, I love you."
"With feeling."
"I love you. My love for you feels like birds soaring up from a thousand peaks."
Weakly he said,"Don't love me."
Beijing Doll, by:Chun Sue
"time passes. even when it seems impossible. even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. it passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. even for me"
New Moon by Stephenie Meyer.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

the only thing that really matters is being happy. i dont mean that in a hedonistic way, like you should get wasted all the time. i'm just saying, it's easy to get in a rut where all you think about is the future; but the future never turns out the way you expect. it's not a news flash, i know. but maybe it should be. then maybe it wouldn't be so easy to forget. -from mabye a miracle; by brian strause

Thursday, July 13, 2006

I am the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Chesire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artifical warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villians in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who looks to very vibrant and you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with everyday that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible, getting covered over more thickly and darkness, coats and coats of darkness that are going to suffocate me in the sweltering heat of the summer that I can't even see anymore, even though I can feel it burn.
-- prozac nation

Sunday, July 02, 2006

“I am not saying religion is bad. When it turns men and women inward and helps them realize that they are…great…, that there is an ocean of love and silence deep within the heart, then it is useful. But where it divides people against one another, where one person is led to believe that he is saved and another is damned, or where it leads a person to believe that true happiness will be found only in an afterlife, then it is harmful. Each life on Earth is very precious. It is a wonderful thing to be alive.”
--Christopher Pike, Remember Me 2: The Return
"If someone's walking in the hills and discovers a seam of gold, I think if they walk away without digging it, they're just stupid. When something that lucky happens to you, thinking it's unfair for you to strike it rich all by yourself doesn't mean you're selfless. When great happiness unexpectedly swoops down on people, they suddenly turn into cowards. Snatching happiness takes a lot more courage than enduring unhappiness. When you find something precious, you have to hold on to it with all your might and never let it go, whatever else you may lose. After all, there are lots of people who die witout ever finding something that's really precious to them. So don't blow your big chance."

When I finished speaking, I turned my back on my mother and started walking away. What a classy thing for a first-grader to say, and to her own mother at that! I turned over the words of my speech in my head as I slowly made my way home, thinking I was pretty hot stuff. That last "don't blow your big chance" was really good, the way it sounded like a killer phrase from a movie or something. Having a cool one-liner at the end made the preachy part before it really come alive. But delivering it with my backpack on was kinda lame---maybe took the impact out of it?... ~pg.27 Kamikaze Girls, by Novala Takemoto
Every now and then I'll be so sad and so lazy that I'll pay someone to interpret it all in needle and ink. "Do what you like," I say, because the eventual pattern is irrelevant. I just want to feel the needle and see, next day, next week, forever, the reminder that it really happened, that I really was that sad. Because when I'm on the upswing, manic as anything, I can't imagine that I will ever come down."

- from "Thin Skin" Emma Forrest.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

"An Addict is an Addict. It doesn't matter whether the Addict is white, black, yellow or green, rich or poor or somewhere in the middle, the most famous Person on the Planet or the most unknown. It doesn't matter whether the addiction is drugs, alcohol, crime, sex, shopping, food, gambling, television, or the fucking Flintstones. The life of the Addict is always the same. There is no excitement, no glamour, no fun. There are no good times, there is no joy, there is no happiness. There is no future and no escape. There is only an obsession. To make light of it, brag about it, or revel in the mock glory of it is not in any way, shape or form related to its truth, and that is all that matters, the truth."
-from A Million Little Pieces, by James Frey
"I, Lucifer, Fallen Angel, Prince Of Darkness, Bringer of Light, Ruler of Hell, Lord of the Flies, Father of Lies, Apostate Supreme, Tempter of Mankind, Old Serpent, Prince of This World, Seducer, Accuser, Tormentor, Blasphemer, and without a doubt Best Fuck in the Seen and Unseen Universe (ask Eve, that minx) have decided - oo la la! - to tell all.
All? Some. I'm toying with that for a title: Some. Got a post-millennial modestry to it, don't you think? Some. My side of the story. The funk. The jive. The boogie. The rock and roll. (I invented rock and roll. You wouldn't believe the things I've invented. Anal sex, obviously. Smoking. Astrology. Money...Let's save time: Everything in the world that distracts you from thinking about God. Which...pretty everything in the world, isn't it? Gosh.)"

- "I, Lucifer" Glen Duncan.
"sometimes when i walk through the rain, i know that each drop that falls on me wasn't meant to fall on anybody else. other times i take and umbrella to shield myself from the randomness. you are a product of your upbringing. you are the product of your society. you are the product of your times. you are the product of your astrological chart. you are the product of peer pressure. you are the product of your maker. which is it? maybe God was really hung over the morning he stumbled out of bed and created me" -The traveling death and resurrection show by ariel gore.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve arealization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself. ~Ralph Ellison, "Battle Royal"
"When I was twelve, a fortune-teller told me that my one true love was going to die young and leave me all alone. Everyone said she was a fraud, that she was making it up. Id really like to know why the hell a person would make up a thing like that."

--God-Shaped Hole byTiffanie Debartolo

Monday, February 20, 2006

"But forgiveness.. I'll hold onto that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We're each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time."
-From A Great and Terrible Beauty
the little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

"you are not at all like my rose," he said. "as yet you are nothing. no one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. you are like my fox when i first knew him. he was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. but i have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."

and the roses were very much embarrassed.

"you are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "one could not die for you. to be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. but in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that i have watered; because it is she that i have put under the glass globe; because it is she that i have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that i have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that i have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. because she is my rose."

-The Little Prince

Monday, February 06, 2006

"Girls have all the breaks. They get to wait to be asked out, they get to say no all the time, and they have their famous periods.
I mean, there are mothers who cry for happiness when their daughters start. It's a regular celebration.
What does a guydo with his first hard-on? It's not like he runs to Dad and they shake hands enthusiastically and Dad hands over a bunch of condoms and says, "Now you're a man, son, because you've got this dandy tool. Treat it carefully. Don't stick it in a sheep or a blender, okay? And gosh darn it, your mother and I are real proud of you."
- "Where The Kissing Never Stops" Ron Koertge.
The burning of a book is a sad, sad sight, for even though a book is nothing but ink and paper, it feels as if the ideas contained in the book are disappearing as the pages turn to ashes and the cover and binding... black and curl as the flames do their wicked work. When someone is burning a book, they are showing utter contempt for all of the thinking that produced its ideas, all of the labor that went into its words and sentences, and all of the trouble that befell the author.
-The Penultimate Peril by Lemon Snicket
I'd learned about the places I wanted to go, I'd talked about them with friends, but I hadn't actually set foot outside my door. The terrain of my hear, the landscape of love, was still entirely unexplored. But people are right when they say the hardest step of every journey was the first, and I was scared.
-Geography Club By Brent Hartinger

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot. Nobody knows how many rebellions besides political rebellions ferment in the masses of life which people earth. Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.
-Jane Eyre By Charlotte Bronte