Yesterday I threw an old diary from 2006 (the kind you use to note down appointments and to-do lists, not the kind where you bitch about your best friend or pine away for a classmate who doesn’t even notice you) into the recycling bin, in a mild effort to declutter my habitat a little. The only thing worth keeping were a couple of quotations from books I was reading at that time, so I decided to use one of the million blank notebooks I have (my name is Laura and I am a stationary fetichist) to write down special passages in nice handwriting -well, at least not as bad as it can get in my case.
So these are the first three chosen ones:
They were stuck down to their neck in a cake of which they would never have anything but the crumbs.
Georges Perec, Les choses
[a perfect metaphor for the consumer society]
All of you have by your side a spirits that shows you at night the way you should follow during the day, but most times you don’t listen to us and then it happens; you live a life that does not correspond to you… and then it happens; you die a death that does not belong to you.
Luis Durán, Cabalgando por las colinas de arena
[this one is from a Spanish graphic novel set in the Far West. The character speaking is the hero's Spirit Guide]
rain good for the trees and the grass and the air… good for things that live alone.
Charles Bukowski, from the poem prayer in bad weather
[it's been raining a lot recently]
