Virginia Woolf, The Waves
"The cleverest, creepiest book you’ll read all year… Twin Peaks meets Atonement meets In Cold Blood.”
GABY WOOD, DAILY TELEGRAPH
If you are content with being nobody in particular, content not to stand out, you align yourself with the power of the universe. What looks like weakness to the ego is in fact the only true strength.
I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.
"There ain’t no sin and there ain’t no virtue. There’s just stuff people do."
—from The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —
One need not be a House —
The Brain has Corridors — surpassing
Material Place —
“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.”
―from Animal Farm by George Orwell
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
Around me all colors are extinguished. It is frightening. The place of the damned must be this colorless. A glowing, fiery hell would still be beautiful! And since all that is beautiful confers happiness and blesses, a flaming hell would be no punishment—only the gray, grazy, gray which is part of the endless monotony and wilderness is the true, terrible punishment.
Some people would like you to believe that a book consists of relationships between words, but that’s not true: It is in fact about relationships between people.
Enjoy 600 pages of small-town intrigue, Russian-doll narrative, backwards chapters and a story that has such a twist I almost called in dead to work so I could stay home and finish it.
… to read, we need a certain kind of silence, an ability to filter out the noise. That seems increasingly elusive in our overnetworked society, where every buzz and rumor is instantly blogged and tweeted, and it is not contemplation we desire but an odd sort of distraction, distraction masquerading as being in the know. In such a landscape, knowledge can’t help but fall prey to illusion, albeit an illusion that is deeply seductive, with its promise that speed can lead us to more illumination, that it is more important to react than to think deeply, that something must be attached to every bit of time. Here, we have my reading problem in a nutshell, for books insist we take the opposite position, that we immerse, slow down.