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Oct. 3rd, 2003 03:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dielloI started a commonplace book to keep passeges I like from various books. Here's a taste:
Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson
1. We are here to help you.
2. You will have enough time to get to your class before the bell rings.
3. The dress code will be enforced.
4. No smoking is allowed on school grounds.
5. Our football team will win the championship this year.
6. We expect more of you here.
7. Guidance counselors are always available to listen.
8. Your schedual was created with your needs in mind.
9. Your locker combination is private.
10. These will be the years you look back on fondly.
Number 6 Fumbles, by Rachel Solar-Tuttle
+...I don't like anything about space or the surreal, anything that requires "suspending your disbelief." I pretty much thrive on my disbelief.
+It's like the feeling when you're at a party and you don't even know you're not having a good time, but then you go to pee and as soon as you crouch above the toilet, you realize that you just don't want to go out there again.
+We're sitting here letting more and more time go by, and his time is over. It's as if he's saying, 'Look at me; look at the person I was once. All those moments slipped away so fast. If you're not careful, you become someone you never intended to be. And you can't go back.'
The First Pain to Linger, by Sam Rosenthal
+Remember those moments when I was euphoric, the last time? Remember when I smiled and laughed when alone? Maybe I am just afraid to feel that way, because of how drastically it failed, last time.
+I will bare my heart to a true friend, and I will let down my defenses, leaving me open to attack. My true friend knows they are given the knife.
Neverwhere, by Neil Gaiman
+How do I get back to normal again? It's like I've walked into a nightmare. Last week everything made sense, and now nothing makes sense... I want to know how to get my life back.s
+I have always felt that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats, the final sanctuary of the terminally inept.
Drawing Blood, by Poppy Z. Brite
+Sometimes your mistakes showed you the really interesting connections between your brain, your hand, and your heart, the ones you might otherwise never know were there. They were important even if you had no idea what they meant.
+Something about such a spontanious sweet smile on a face that didn't smile too often made him wonder why he had always denied himself the physical pleasure of a person he truly cared for. Wouldn't it be fun to see someone... smile that way just because Zach knew how to make him feel good?
+Artists always come back to the places that created them and ruined them.
Lost Souls, by Poppy Z. Brite
Maybe they were evil... My grandmother told me you shouldn't try to define evil, that the minute you think you've got it all pinned down, a kind of evil you never even thought of will sneak up behind you and jump inside your head. I don't think anyone knows what evil is. I don't think anyone has the right to say. So maybe they were just like us. I hate what they didn, what they do. But they'd hate our lives too. Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them.
In other news... NO FUCKING IBOOK UNTIL NEXT WEEK! Aparently, the person that I talked to on the phone was a complete idiot who always fucks up.
Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson
1. We are here to help you.
2. You will have enough time to get to your class before the bell rings.
3. The dress code will be enforced.
4. No smoking is allowed on school grounds.
5. Our football team will win the championship this year.
6. We expect more of you here.
7. Guidance counselors are always available to listen.
8. Your schedual was created with your needs in mind.
9. Your locker combination is private.
10. These will be the years you look back on fondly.
Number 6 Fumbles, by Rachel Solar-Tuttle
+...I don't like anything about space or the surreal, anything that requires "suspending your disbelief." I pretty much thrive on my disbelief.
+It's like the feeling when you're at a party and you don't even know you're not having a good time, but then you go to pee and as soon as you crouch above the toilet, you realize that you just don't want to go out there again.
+We're sitting here letting more and more time go by, and his time is over. It's as if he's saying, 'Look at me; look at the person I was once. All those moments slipped away so fast. If you're not careful, you become someone you never intended to be. And you can't go back.'
The First Pain to Linger, by Sam Rosenthal
+Remember those moments when I was euphoric, the last time? Remember when I smiled and laughed when alone? Maybe I am just afraid to feel that way, because of how drastically it failed, last time.
+I will bare my heart to a true friend, and I will let down my defenses, leaving me open to attack. My true friend knows they are given the knife.
Neverwhere, by Neil Gaiman
+How do I get back to normal again? It's like I've walked into a nightmare. Last week everything made sense, and now nothing makes sense... I want to know how to get my life back.s
+I have always felt that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats, the final sanctuary of the terminally inept.
Drawing Blood, by Poppy Z. Brite
+Sometimes your mistakes showed you the really interesting connections between your brain, your hand, and your heart, the ones you might otherwise never know were there. They were important even if you had no idea what they meant.
+Something about such a spontanious sweet smile on a face that didn't smile too often made him wonder why he had always denied himself the physical pleasure of a person he truly cared for. Wouldn't it be fun to see someone... smile that way just because Zach knew how to make him feel good?
+Artists always come back to the places that created them and ruined them.
Lost Souls, by Poppy Z. Brite
Maybe they were evil... My grandmother told me you shouldn't try to define evil, that the minute you think you've got it all pinned down, a kind of evil you never even thought of will sneak up behind you and jump inside your head. I don't think anyone knows what evil is. I don't think anyone has the right to say. So maybe they were just like us. I hate what they didn, what they do. But they'd hate our lives too. Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them.
In other news... NO FUCKING IBOOK UNTIL NEXT WEEK! Aparently, the person that I talked to on the phone was a complete idiot who always fucks up.
