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The problem with every story is you tell it after the fact.

Even play-by-play description on the radio, the home runs and strikeouts, even that’s delayed a few minutes. Even live television is postponed a couple of seconds.

Even sound and light can only go so fast.

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-  Lullaby, Chuck Palahniuk, p.7

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She speaks in a voice almost too low to be heard over the music, but I hear her- I always did. “Who are you, George?”


“Someone you knew in another life, honey.”
Then the music takes us, the music rolls away the years, and we dance.

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-  11/22/63, Stephen King, p.841-2

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white-eagle:

babybirdblues:

saint-roku-university:

blua:

Fuck! I’m in my twenties! Everyone has that moment—the realization that adulthood has arrived, like a runaway train, and there’s no getting out of its way. In attempt to express the contradictions and anxieties that come with being over-educated, minimally employed, mostly single, and on your own, Emma Koenig has composed this book full of journal entries about being in her 20’s. This book is hysterical and a source of comfort for when you’re feeling like the world is falling apart around you, (basically every time you can’t figure out what the hell you’re doing with your major). I recommend everyone get a copy of this book, it’s less than nine bucks.

Well, damn. Looks like I’ll have to pick this one up.

Just bought this from Book Depository!

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Right now I’m going nowhere except over to the bed, where I will lay my wet face on the pillow and pray to a God I can’t quite believe in to send my Sadie some good angel so she can live. And love. And dance.

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-  11/22/63, Stephen King, p.831

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Hearts don’t really break. If only they could.

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-  11/22/63, Stephen King, p.831

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Maybe poets can kill the world for love, but not ordinary little guys like me.

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-  11/22/63, Stephen King, p.829

Finished ‘Lullaby’

It was…different.  I mean, even for Palahniuk.  I dunno.  It just felt like I’d read it before?  I mean, Palahniuk’s books are all along the same vein (disillusioned narrator, traveling without a destination among strange companions, having an impossible task to complete), and maybe I was just expecting something different from it.

 It’s a lot like Invisible Monsters, the more that I think about it.

I mean, it was good and interesting, don’t get me wrong- the premise had me hooked from the start.  It started off and ended kinda fast-paced, but the middle drags a bit, kinda emphasizing and repeating the same points over and over again.  Also: it felt really short.

Knowing what Palahniuk was going through when writing this definitely accounts for the message/ideals that the book gives off, though, and that really makes it powerful, in retrospect.

 And I guess this kinda puts a capstone on my Palahniuk books (for now).

tl;dr:
Good book.  Classic Palahniuk.  Better than some of his others.  Give it a shot.

Next: Changeless by Gail Carriger.

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The multiple choices and possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to. They are like strings on a guitar. Strum them and you create a pleasing sound. A harmonic. But then start adding strings. Ten strings, a hundred strings, a thousand, a million. Because they multiply! Harry didn’t know what that watery ripping sound was, but I’m pretty sure I do; that’s the sound of too much harmony created by too many strings.


Sing high C in a voice that’s loud enough and true enough and you can shatter fine crystal. Play the right harmonic notes through your stereo loud enough and you can shatter window glass. It follows (to me, at least) that if you put enough strings on time’s instrument, you can shatter reality.

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-  11/22/63, Stephen King, p.827

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The past is obdurate for the same reason a turtle’s shell is obdurate: because the living flesh inside is tender and defenseless.

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-  11/22/63, Stephen King, p.827

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So in the end it only took the threat of nuclear war to bring us back together- how romantic is that?

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-  11/22/63, Stephen King, p.523

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Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

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-  11/22/63, Stephen King, p.399

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You know how, when you’re out at night and you see the edge of a cloud light up a bright gold, you know the moon is going to come out in a second or two? That was the feeling I had right then, standing among the gently swaying crepe streamers in the Denholm gymnasium. I knew what he was going to play, I knew we were going to dance to it, and I knew how we were going to dance.

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-  11/22/63, Stephen King, p.370

hungryghostgirl: “And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.” ― Stephen King, Pet Sematary

hungryghostgirl:

“And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.” 
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary

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You can’t just make me different and then leave. Because I was fine before, Alaska. I was fine with just me and last words and school friends, and you can’t just make me different and then die.

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-  John Green, Looking for Alaska (via perfect)

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