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Quotes of the Day!

This edition of ‘Quotes of the Day!’ is about Silas Marner, by George Eliot. Sometimes, books are like dating. You think something should work out, it makes sense logically, but for whatever reason, you just don’t click.

I think Silas Marner is well-written and should have been enjoyed by me but … for whatever reason, I moved through it slow as molasses. I would read forty pages in one day and then not pick it up for two weeks. I don’t know why it didn’t grab me more. I recommend it, but with the caveat of, ‘but you know, you might not like it.’

That said, lets move on to some pretty quotes from the book.

The little light he possessed spread its beams so narrowly, that frustrated belief was a curtain broad enough to create for him the blackness of night.

Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings

“I can do so little – have i done it all well?” is the perfpetually recurring thought; and there are no voices calling her away from that soliloquy, no peremptory demands to divert energy from vain regret or superfluous scruple.

“one feels that as one gets older. Things look dim to old folks: they’d need have some young eyes about ’em, to let ’em know the world’s the same as it used to be.”

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Recently I thought to myself, “do you think you get all the jokes when you read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” in the 9th grade?”

And in response I said to myself, “shh, I think something cool is about to happen!”

And in response I sat down next to myself and said quietly, “oh sorry, what’re you watching?”

And in response to that I said, “dude, seriously!”

hhgg-hhgg-softAnd then we both sat and waited til the episode was over and then I realized, you know, I should watch the next episode. And tomorrow night, I should start re-reading The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

Having finished re-reading the book, I enjoyed it less than the first time I read the book. The reason, I think, is because the first time I read the book it was required the summer before my freshman year and the other required reading book was The Old Man and the Sea. (What a combo, huh?) I read Hemingway’s book first and then Hitchhiker’s and I think that added to the enjoyment. Also, it may have been the first time I read such a silly book that wasn’t a children’s book. It was eye-opening. You can be nonsensical and ridiculous and people can throw lofty praises your way? That was amazing to me.

The book itself was probably better this time around, but the novelty of it and how refreshing it was to read in comparison to The Old Man and the Sea make the experience of reading it the first time fairly unbeatable.

Enough of my rambling, time for a few quotes.


“then why do you do it? What is it? The girls The leather? The machismo? Or do you just find that comping to terms with the mindless tedium of it all presents an interesting challenge?”


She wished she knew what it was she was trying not to think about.


“Hi there! This is Eddie, your shipboard computer, and I’m feeling just great, guys, and I know I’m just going to get a bundle of kicks out of any program you care to run through me.”


There are of course many problems connected with life, of which some of the most popular are Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?

Pride and Prejudice and Other Things on Your Grocery List

Recently I read for the first time  Pride and Prejudice by Jane “which city do we keep weird?” Austen. The book is, while accomplished, and certainly a novel that has stood and will likely continue to stand the test of time, exceedingly English and full of, for lack of a clearer way to put it, sentences that confuse you with their weirdly-thin-and-ragged-faced-man sort of love of running on and on. prideprejudice423x630

Do I think you should read this book? I don’t know, who am I to advise you on what to read. In other words, yes, you ought to read this book. It’s clever, and there is a character I can relate to because we share a passion for poking at others. Also the book has that kind of joke several times where someone says that wouldn’t dare think to advise someone but here’s what you should do. Clearly, I liked that joke.

And now for some quotes (some sick Victorian-era burns if you ask me).

the nothingness, and yet the self-importance of all these people!


Can I speak plainer? Do not consider me now as an elegant female intending to plague you, but as a rational creature speaking the truth from her heart.


There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well.


If she heard me, it was by good luck, for I am sure she did not listen.


Can we get some Victorian-era ointment up here Jeeves? For as to treat these sick burns?


Quotes of the Day!

Recently I read A Fine Balance (a recommendation from the fiance and many a ‘going to India’ reading list). The book is very good! I would definitely recommend it. A few quotes from the book won’t mean as much out of context, but I think a number of them are pretty even by themselves.

A lifetime had to be crafted, just like anything else, she thought, it had to be moulded and beaten and burnished in order to get the most out of it.

Their first day with Dina Dilal was over. Borne along by the homeward-bound flock, exhausted from ten hours of sewing, they shared the sanctity of the hour with the crowd, this time of transition from weariness to hope. Soon it would be night; they would borrow Rajaram’s stove, cook something, eat. They would weave their plans and dream the future into favourable patterns, till it was time to take the train tomorrow morning.

“You see, you cannot draw lines and compartments, and refuse to budge beyond them. Sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping-stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.” He paused, considering what he had just said. “Yes,” he repeated. “In the end, it’s all a question of balance.”

“In those days,” continued Ishvar, “it seemed to me that that was all one could expect in life. A harsh road strewn with sharp stones and, if you were lucky, a little grain.”

“And later?”

“Later I discovered there were different types of roads. And a different way of walking on each.”

Misery Loves Company

I don’t know what your politics are, but it’s a safe bet these days that you, dear random reader, are a little disenchanted with politicians. Sometimes my mom and I have conversations about people from my generation vs hers, and also people from my grandparents generation as well. After all, my grandparent’s generation, the “greatest generation,” are the standard bearers.

Reading Tour of Duty, which is a collection of war correspondent stories from John Dos Passos during World War II, led me to delight in this line. Because, after all, misery loves company.

You’re a citizen, brother, before you’re a naval officer,” drawled the destroyer skipper. He was from Georgia and spoke in a deep drowsy voice. “As a citizen it’s your bounden duty to take a proper interest in public affairs instead of sittin’ here an’ bellyachin’ about strikes an’ the bunch of stupids we’ve got in Congress. We’re gettin’ the government we deserve because none of us won’t do nothin’ about it.

There you have it, even the greatest generation had it’s problems. What am I going to do about it? Well, step one is to describe politicians I don’t like as a bunch of stupids. From there, well, we’ll see what happens.

Unrelated: This is the first book I’m reading by Dos Passos (or do you just say Passos?) and I like his style. The way he describes some things is very beautiful. And they are thoughts I would never have. He stands in line and takes in the clouds, the trees, the atmosphere of the room, the architecture of the buildings within sight, the clothing of the people around him … I would be trying to guess how much time I have left in the line.

Unrelated two: A ‘deep drowsy voice.’ What a beautiful way of saying ‘this slow-talking dude.’

Quotes of the Day!

Recently I read Pudd’nhead Wilson by Mark Twain. This is the first time I’ve read a book by Mark Twain that was not for school … Classic, huh? Anywho, I finally read a book by him not by force and I enjoyed it. It was an interesting story, but much more so when you consider when he wrote it. Each chapter started with a little maxim from a work being done by one of the characters in the book (Pudd’nhead himself).

The following quotes are all from those pre-chapter maxims.



Tell the truth or trump – but get the trick.


Adam was but human – this explains it all. He did not want the apple for the apple’s sake, he wanted it only because it was forbidden. The mistake was in not forbidding the serpent; then he would have eaten the serpent.


Adam and Eve had many advantages, but the principal one was, that they escaped teething.


Remark of Dr. Baldwin’s, concerning upstarts: We don’t care to eat toadstools that think they are truffles.


Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed downstairs a step at a time.


Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

Quotes of the Day!

The following quotes come from the book What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami. The author is a a novelist who likes to run, and has run in 25 or more marathons. (I’m saying that because it’ll help make one or two quotes make more sense.)

If you like to run, I would definitely recommend this book. I think he talks about life using running as a way to illustrate things, and I liked a lot of what he had to say and how he said it. If you don’t like to run … This one is probably a pass.


The Quotes

When I’m criticized unjustly (from my viewpoint at least), or when someone I’m sure will understand me doesn’t, I go running for a little longer than usual. By running longer it’s like I can physically exhaust that portion of my discontent.


I sit at a cafe in the village and gulp down cold Amstel beer. It tastes fantastic, but not nearly as great as the beer I’d been imagining as I ran. Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.


If you’re going to while away the years, it’s far better to live them with clear goals and fully alive than in a fog, and I believe running helps you do that. Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that’s the essence of running, and a metaphor for life – and for me, for writing as well.


All I have to go on are experience and instinct. Experience has taught me this: You’ve done everything you needed to do, and there’s no sense in rehashing it. All you can do now is wait for the race. And what instinct has taught me is one thing only: Use your imagination. So I close my eyes and see it all.


I look up at the sky, wondering if I’ll catch a glimpse of kindness there, but I don’t. All I see are indifferent summer clouds drifting over the Pacific. And they have nothing to say to me. Clouds are always taciturn. I probably shouldn’t be looking up at them. What I should be looking at is inside of me. Like staring down into a deep well. Can I see kindness there? No, all I see is my own nature. My own individual, stubborn, uncooperative, often self-centered nature that still doubts itself – that, when troubles occur, tries to find something funny, or something nearly funny, about the situation. I’ve carried this character around like an old suitcase, down a long, dusty path. I’m not carrying it because I like it. The contents are too heavy, and it looks crummy, fraying in spots. I’ve carried it with me because there was nothing else I was supposed to carry. Still, I guess I have grown attached to it. As you might expect.

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