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Three-year-old boy: Mommy, I want a little brother, let's get one.
Mom: You can't just go to the store to get a baby.
Seven-year-old girl: I know where babies come from.
Mom: Oh, man!
Three-year-old boy: From where?
Seven-year-old girl: God. God made everything, people and animals.
Three-year-old boy: Who's god?
Seven-year-old girl: I don't know, some dead guy who lives in heaven.

--Riverbank State Park

Overheard by: Darin

"The time is long gone when I could frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to make repayment for your crimes. But I wish I could, Tom...I wish I could..."

-- Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J. K. Rowling

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(a BMW is blocking the bus, people inside get restless)
Guy #1 on cell, speaking to everyone on bus: Hey! What's the difference between a BMW and a porcupine? (pause) Anybody?
Guy #2, after a moment of silence: What?
Guy #1: On a porcupine, the prick's on the outside! (laughs, then on phone) Yeah! I gotta entertain the people on the bus!

--Q25 Bus

Overheard by: jessika

Woke up this morning in a grumpy mood for no explicable reason at all. Just grumpgrumpgrump from the moment my eyes opened.

I was going to walk into town and go poke the library but it's looking really ominous and overcast out there and I don't really want to get rained on in the process.
Well, that and when I checked my account just now the problem had resolved itself overnight which entirely negates my need to go down there in the first place. Which is definitely a good thing. I don't overly enjoy flailing at people.
I would probably have benefited from the walk however, but as I already said I have no express desire to get wet.


I'm also fairly sure I'm not really making any sense. I think I might go finish the book I was wading through and begin today again when I feel less inclined to glower at people for no reason.

Current Mood: grumpy

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20-something preppy female on BlackBerry: What do you mean where was I last night?! Are you out of your damn mind? I took an Ambien and passed out at 9 pm! (pause) Yeah, you should be sorry, you asshole. I'll let you make it up to me with a new iPod for Christmas. (pause) No, the blue one! Ugh. I have to go back to work, but there better be an apology e-mail waiting at my desk.
Shocked coworker: Lindsey, you were dancing with me on tables until 4 am!
20-something preppy female on BlackBerry: Obvious! But I can't tell my boyfriend that. Then he will definitely know I hooked up with that gorgeous Australian.
Shocked coworker: Wow. That's impressive.
20-something preppy female on BlackBerry: Oh, please. That's nothing. Wait till the Monday inquisition, when I'll have to step it up to an iPhone!

--Starbucks

"Well, it is clear to me that he has done a very good job on you," said Scrimgeour, his eyes cold and hard behind his wire-rimmed glasses. "Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you, Potter?"
"Yeah, I am," said Harry. "Glad we straightened that out."
- Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, J.K. Rowling.

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Current Mood: cold
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Disembodied gruff voice: Don't worry, people! Just give up and accept defeat.
Random woman: That's right. (a few seconds later) I accept my feet.

--Astor Place

"Herschel did not possess a family of his own. He was not such a social person. He loved to read very much, and also to write. He was a poet, and he exhibited me many of his poems. I remember many of them. They were silly, you could say, and about love. He was always in his room writing those things, and never with people. I used to tell him, What good is all of that love doing on paper? I said, Let love write on you for a little. But he was so stubborn. Or perhaps he was only timid."

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20-something guy to female friend leaving house party: If you see Sophia, say hi to her. She's never been to our place before, so just let her know how to get in.
Female friend: I have no idea what she looks like!
20-something guy: She has curly hair!
Female friend, walking outside: I am so going to fuck this up.

--86th St & Lexington

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"What an abyss of uncertainty whenever the mind feels that some part of it has strayed beyond its own borders; when it, the seeker, is at once the dark region through which it must go seeking, where all its equipment will avail it to nothing. Seek? More than that; create. It is face to face with something which does not so far exist, to which it alone can give reality and substance, which it alone can bring into the light of day."

-Marcel Proust

(I love him!! More later, because I don't have time now.)

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"Here you can see fantastical moustaches, which no pen nor brush can describe; moustaches to whose cultivation the greater part of a human life has been devoted--the object of watchful days and wakeful nights, moustaches which have been doused with the most ravishing perfumes and scents and anointed with the most expensive and rare pomades, moustaches which are encased at night in fine vellum, moustaches to which their proprietors are most tenderly attached and which are the envy of passers-by."

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♥ I don't worry too much about Sterling, as he's in heaven. Animals never left God - only people did. Lucky animals.

♥ It always seemed to me that people who'd discovered religion had both lost and gained something. Outwardly, they'd gained calmness, confidence and a look of purpose, but what they'd lost was a certain willingness to connect with unconverted souls. Looking a convert in the eye was like trying to make eye contact with a horse. They'd be alive and breathing, but they wouldn't be a hundred percent there anymore. They'd left the day-to-day world and joined the realm of eternal time.

♥ Oh, Jason. In his heart, he knows I'll at least be trying to watch him from beyond, whatever beyond may be. And in his heart, I think, he's now learned what I came to believe, which is, as I've said all along, that the sun may burn brightly, and the faces of the children may be plump and achingly sweet, but in the air we breathe, in the water we drink and in the food we share, there will always be darkness in this world.

♥ For what it's worth, I think God is how you deal with everything that's out of your control. It's as good a definition as any.

♥ Joyce, beside me on the bench seat, having chewed her tennis ball into fragments, is obviously wondering why we should be parked so close to a beach yet not be throwing sticks into the ocean. Joyce never runs out of energy.

Joyce, honey, hang in there. Papa's a social blank with a liver like the Hindenburg, and he's embarrassed by how damaged he is and how mediocre he turned out. And yes, your moist-eyes stare is a Ginsu knife slicing my heart in two like a beefsteak tomato - but I won't stop writing for a little while just yet.

~~Hey Nostradamus! by Douglas Coupland.

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Current Mood: accomplished

i’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. they don’t teach you how to love somebody. they don’t teach you how to be famous. they don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. they don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. they don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. they don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. they don’t teach you anything worth knowing. -- neil gaiman.

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we do not grow absolutely, chronologically. we grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. we grow partially. we are relative. we are mature in one realm, childish in another. the past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. we are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
-– anais nin

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"Stuff your eyes with wonder," he said, "live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that," he said, "shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass."

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More Tana French, since several of you expressed great appreciation for a quote from her first book, 'In the Woods.' 'The Likeness' uses some of the same characters as ItW, but is not a sequel. The writing, however, is just as magnificient.

"I listened to the static echoing in my ears and thought of those herds of horses you get in the vast wild spaces of America and Australia, the ones running free, fighting off bobcats or dingoes and living lean on what they find, gold and tangled in the fierce sun.

My friend Alan from when I was a kid, he worked on a ranch in Wyoming one year, on a J1 visa. He watched guys breaking those horses. He told me that every now and then there was one that couldn't be broken, one wild to the bone. Those horses fought the bridle and the fence till they were ripped up and streaming blood, till they smashed their legs or their necks to splinters, till they died of fighting to run."

~The Likeness, by Tana French

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