Hooker: Think yourself smart. I wish it was me. Take for your head and be who you wanna be.
Alice: But how can I be who I wanna be when I am who I am?
Caterpillar: When memories come back, some you keep and some you trash in the can.
Hooker: You've been dealt the cards, just rearrange the deal.
Alison: You're so interesting, Wes. It's like time doesn't matter to you.

Wes: Are you kidding me? Things go by so fast…I don't get it.

Alison: Yeah, but it doesn't freak you out. You're so patient, so calm. I don't know. I mean sometimes you're really quiet and you get this look on your face like time doesn't exist. That's how you make me feel, like I have all the time in the world because time doesn't exist. It's nice. Thank you.

Alison: I don't like change, it's very disorienting. I mean something changes in your life andyou have adapt which means you have to change but what if i like who i am and don't want to change? Sometimes I cant even tell if I'm moving forward or I'm like frozen. It makes me feel like I'm not in control of my life…it's kinda scary don't you think?

Wes: It's not that bad…being scared doesn't mean you're in a bad situation, it just means new things are coming your way. It depends on how you see your future i guess.

Alison: What do you mean?

Wes: Do you see it as this thing far, far away full of ideals and wonderful impossible things or do you see it as the next hour, the next moment?

Alison: Does it really matter?

Wes: I think so. One definitely feels better than the other.

that awkwardly narcissistic moment when you're watching a film and are fairly convinced someone's based a character off you.
"Anne Sexton sometimes seemed like a woman without skin. She felt everything so
intensely, had so little capacity to filter out pain that everyday
events often seemed unbearable to her. Paradoxically it is also that
skinlessness which makes a poet. One must have the gift of language,
...but even a great gift is useless without the other curse: the eyes that
see so sharply they often want to close." -Erica Jong
iphigenia: (skins; cassie (reading))
( Jun. 10th, 2010 09:01 pm)

Book: Lancelot  by Walker Percy
Reminds me of: Chuck Palahniuk, Bret Easton Ellis, the movie "Closer," other things I can't place.
um a terrible ton of quotage here )
(also, there are like a million great quotes in his other book which I read first, The Moviegoer, and which kind of had no plot and was less good, but parts of it were incredibly worded and so true, but my fingers are all typed out for tonight and I still have more clothes to sort through. Like why do I have clothes from when I was in 8th grade? SRSLY?)

Thought of the incomprehensible sequence of changes and chances that make up a life, all the beauties and horrors and absurdities whose conjunctions create the uninterpretable and yet divinely significant pattern of human destiny.


"Floating at the same time on that other surface between here and far away, between then and now," And between remembered happiness, she was thinking, and this insistent, excruciating presence of an absence. "Floating,' she said aloud, "on the surface between the real and the imagined, between what comes to us from the outside, and what comes to use from within, from deep, deep down in here." She laid her hand on his forehead.


The physique of a Messiah. But too clever to believe in God or be convinced of his own mission. And too sensitive, even if he were convinced, to carry it out. His muscles would like to act and his feelings would like to believe; but his nerve endings and his cleverness won't allow it.

                                                                                                                                          - Aldous Huxley, Island

Currently reading for Ontd_Lost_Reads .  Can you believe I've never read any Huxley before?? Kind of in love.  Also, finished Walker Percy's Lancelot (sick and twisted and brilliant and skdfjdkljf!!) and am stuck in the middle of Kierkegaard's Fear and Trembling for my personal LOST reading project, where I just choose books based on what seem interesting.  And I have to read a CS Lewis book I haven't started yet but looks like a one-nighter for my LOST book club that meets in real life.  So, seriously, I'm moving through the list pretty quickly. Despite having 200 pages of reading due for journalism by Monday, but I'm totally keeping up with that.  Whatever.  Books are my life.  If I ever get married, I'm registering at Barnes and Noble.  For serious.  I think I shall attempt Watership Down next for the mere reason that I'm dreading it, based on the fact that I tried to read it when I was eight, because I saw it among my parents' books and there was a fucking bunny on the cover and I was like "Oh wow! This is going to be an awesome story all about bunnies!" and then I read a good chunk of it and was WTF, this is the most boring bunny adventure story EVER. I think all the social commentary pretty  much went over my tiny head and I went back to reading, like, the Bunnicula books/  Vampire bunny, who can go wrong? I still have The Celery Stalks At Midnight in my room somewhere.  And like...Sleepover Friends or whatever the fuck else I read back then. Oh, that sounds porny!

Also, I think I want to be a copy editor.  So far, that's been my favorite thing about my journalism class - those exercises where you go through sentences and correct grammar and move the words around to make sentences that are more clear and double check the math on statistics related such.  I was copy editor for my high school yearbook, although that was somewhat different.  And I know it's funny because on lj I just kind of ramble and think grammar doesn't really apply to me, and am often fairly incoherent. But i can write well when I care??
iphigenia: (lost; juliet (isolated))
( Jun. 1st, 2010 01:48 am)

"He knows it is beautiful to be born as the particular with the universal as his home, his friendly abode, which receives him straightaway with open arms when he wishes to stay there.  But he also knows that higher up there winds a lonely path, narrow and steep; he knows it is terrible to be born in solitude outside the universal, to walk without meeting a single traveller.  He knows very well where he is, and how he is related to men.  Humanly speaking, he is insane and cannot make himself understood to anyone."  - Soren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling

"But what no one has the right to do is let others suppose that faith is something inferior or that it is an easy matter, when in fact it is the greatest and most difficult of all." - Soren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling
from The Last Summer (of You and Me) by Ann Brashares.


having to type up all your freaking highlit passages before being able to give away a book is kind of an issue :/

fucking OCD.

anyway i really love this book even if it's soapy or beach reading or whatever the frak.
iphigenia: (lost; kate (just say yes))
( Mar. 11th, 2010 07:55 am)

“Even if you’re unhappy, just pretend that you’re happy. Eventually, your smile will be contagious to yourself. I had to learn that, I used to think, ‘I’m being fake,’ but you know what? Better to be fake and happy than real and miserable.”
- Evangeline Lilly
iphigenia: (oc; marissa (fragile))
( Mar. 4th, 2010 10:24 pm)
"Most actors you see on tv and in film aren't talented so much as there's something about them that makes people want to watch. They're basically up there being themselves, but who they are is someone you can't look away from." - my acting prof

Also, day 23: a Youtube video. Uh, didn't I do that yesterday?? Okay, for a change in pace, bring on the femslash!

"You see, everything we see around us we assume is reality. But Jade, there is no fixed reality. All you have in your hand is a bunch of atoms. It's no more solid than the air. If you could look inside your body with a big enough microscope you'd just see atoms, atoms swimming around in a vast space, an inner universe - ninety-nine percent of the human body is empty space. Everyone and everything in the world is made up of the same energies flowing between us all. For instance, our thoughts and feelings - the things we think aren't 'real' because we can't touch them - they're as real as that drink in your hand. Can you see the radio waves that bring you the sounds of radio?"


"Maybe your system is picking up thoughts and energies that are swirling around you, maybe you're just tuned in to what is invisible to the rest of us. That doesn't mean, though, that it isn't real, that it doesn't exist."


"But I can see the future," I say.

"On the subatomic level, Jade, there is no linear time. Everything happens simultaneously. We humans make linear time. So you aren't seeing the future. You're seeing the moment, the moment we all live in, where past, present, and future all live together. Eternity, for lack of another word. And Jade, I know you love science and math. Well, guess what? All these ideas I've just described to you are theories developed by quantum physicists."


"Maybe the physical world is just an illusion," I say, trying out Dr. Manuel's theory.

"Maybe," she says, "but it's all we've got."

~~ The Freak by Carol Matas.

(I've had this exact same conversation on multiple occasions and I always say exactly that...)

and thank you lit quotes community!
"“Kiss me and you will see how important I am.” - Sylvia Plath


Sums up a lifetime of flawed thinking, need for recognition and affection inexplicably tangled, narcissism ever married to low self-esteem, and just general desperation for fairy tales where the physical does in fact lead to some great revelation of your amazingness and worthiness of love. It never does. All that, said so simply.
iphigenia: (antm; michelle (empty))


( Dec. 12th, 2009 07:47 am)
"I wanted to kill the me underneath. That fact haunted my days and nights. When you realize you hate yourself so much, when you realize that you cannot stand who you are, and this deep spite has been the motivation behind your behavior for many years, your brain can’t quite deal with it. It will try very hard to avoid that realization; it will try, in a last-ditch effort to keep your remaining parts alive, to remake the rest of you. This is, I believe, different from the suicidal wish of those who are in so much pain that death feels like relief, different from the suicide I would later attempt, trying to escape that pain. This is a wish to murder yourself; the connotation of kill is too mild. This is a belief that you deserve slow torture, violent death." - Marya Hornbacher, Wasted
iphigenia: (dig ophelia (cassie))
( Apr. 27th, 2008 07:30 pm)
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire
, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
- T.S. Eliot


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