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"Whenever you read a good book, it's like the author is right there, in the room, talking to you, which is why I don't like to read good books."

i've started dogearing the books i read, and writing down my favorite lines. these are some of the bits i liked most...
hitchhiker's guide
July 9, 2004
Whenever this happened he used to experience a peculiar tingling round the back of his neck that would slowly creep up across his cheeks and heat his brow. The image of mud and grass and lots of little jeering boys flinging it at him suddenly came vividly to his mind at this moment. (163)

The stone-cold fear which had been hovering around Arthur all this time, waiting for its moment, recognized that its moment had now come and pounced on him. He tried to fight it off. He dropped into a kind of alert crouch that he had once seen somebody do on television, but it must have been someone with stronger knees. He peered huntedly into the darkness.
    'Er, hello?' he said.
    He cleared his throat and said it again, more loudly and without the 'er'. At some distance down the corridor it seemed suddenly as if somebody started to beat on a bass drum.
    He listed to it for a few seconds and realized that it was just his heart beating.
    He listened for a few seconds more and realized that it wasn't his heart, it was somebody down the corridor beating on a bass drum. (386)

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the fountainhead
July 4, 2004
-- and she knew that even pain can be confessed, but to confess happiness is to stand naked, delivered to the witness, yet they could let each other see it without need of protection. (668)

And what, incidentally, do you suppose integrity is? The ability not to pick a watch out of your neighbor's pocket? No, it's not as easy as that. If that were all, I'd say ninety-five percent of humanity were honest, upright men. Only, as you can see, they arenít. Integrity is the ability to stand by an idea. (313)

It's something in myself that i don't want to face again. I'm sorry to choose you as the example. But you suit so well. You -- Peter, you're everything I despise in the world and I don't want to remember how much I despise it. (250)

Every form of happiness is private. Our greatest moments are personal, self-motivated, not to be touched. The things where are sacred or precious to us are the things we withdraw from promiscuous sharing. (607)

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bubble of american supremacy
June 16, 2004
This insight has led me to look at all sides of every argument. (200)

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more china scene
May 26, 2004
some more excerpts from the china scene section of the china daily

Student flees through window to Net cafe A 15-year old boy who was so obsessed with the Internet fled home last Wednesday through a window to go to an Internet cafe, reports Yangtze Evening News. The boy cut his bed sheet into pieces and escaped with the rope made from the sheets. But he fell from the second floor, waking his neighbors who called the police. The boy was finally found in an Internet cafe the next morning.

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ishmael
May 20, 2004
TEACHER seeks pupil. Must have an earnest desire to save the world. Apply in person. (4)

But the tiger you see madly pacing its cage is nevertheless preoccupied with something that a human would certainly recognize as a thought. And this thought is a question: Why? "Why, why, why, why, why, why?" the tiger asks itself hour after hour, day after day, year after year, as it treads its endless path behind the bars of its cage. It cannot analyze the question or elaborate on it. If you were somehow able to ask the creature, "Why what? it would be unable to answer you. Nevertheless this question burns like an unquenchable flame in its mind, inflicting a searing pain that does not diminish until the creature lapses into a final lethargy that zookeepers recognize as an irreversible rejection of life. (11)

Man's place is to be the first. Man's place is to be the first without being the last. (242)

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the china scene
May 13, 2004
one thing i discovered a few days ago - which i really wish i'd seen sooner - is the China Scene section of The China Daily, one of the government-sponsored English language newspapers. i'm not sure if they're trying to be funny when they write these blurbs, but they're as good as the onion (reproduced verbatim):

Drunkard drinks boiling water: A drunk man in Nanjing drank boiling water directly from a thermos bottle and seriously injured his throat, neck and chest, reports Yangtze Evening News. The man surnamed Liu, 35, likes drinking spirits very much and is always getting drunk, according to his wife. Liu had a gathering with several of his friends and got drunk again one night last month. When he returned home, he shouted that he was very thirsty. Before his wife could offer him water, Liu took the thermos and started drinking from it.

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at play in the fields of the lord
March 12, 2004
Her clear face combined an air of innocence with something as saucy and irreverent as a hot cross bun. (19)

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the mouse that roared
March 11, 2004
All these things the Duchess Gloriana XII thought of as she rode her ducal bicycle from the castle to Tullyís cottage on the fringes of the forest. (14)

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