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Brideshead Revisited

I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I was old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.


Conversation should be like juggling; up go the balls and the plates, up and over, in and out, good solid objects that glitter in the footlights and fall with a bang if you miss them.


…as I took the cigarette from my lips and put it in hers, I caught a thin bat’s squeak of sexuality, inaudible to any but me.


She seemed to say: ‘Look at me. I have done my share. I am beautiful. It is something quite out of the ordinary, this beauty of mine. I am made for delight. But what do I get out of it? Where is my reward?’


The Power by Naomi Alderman

She thinks, That is how a man speaks. And that is why.

The power seeks its outlet. These things have happened before, they will happen again. These things are always happening.

My choice of quotes from The Power, this year’s winner of the Baileys Women’s Prize for Fiction.

My Life on the Road.

If I could, I would leave an open space for your story on every page.

Gloria Steinem leads an interesting life and has so many entertaining stories to tell and lessons learned to share. I especially enjoyed the format of the book – how she tells her stories in short anecdotes throughout. In the same way that I’m now going to share my favourite quotes with you..

I wonder: If you think of someone you love, do you become a little more like them? I would like to think so.

If you do anything people care about, people will take care of you.

Just pause, let the audience absorb the hostility, then say, ‘I didn’t pay him to say that’.


… I love my life and it takes every step to get to where you are, and if you are happy, then God bless the hard times it took you to get there. No life is without them, so what are yours, and what did you do with the lessons? That is the only way to live. 

Drew Barrymore, for a young life that was a little tough, has a very positive outlook on life. And this book, to put it simply, made me happy. And what’s life without a little happiness? There’s her dedication to her work, and the importance of giving it your all:

Work takes giving it your all, or it will not get done right. You have to kill yourself. Do your homework. Exhaust yourself. Focus on every detail. You have to put all of yourself into something with your heart, and your gut instinct, your personal taste and your belief, or it will not get done right. Which can lead to failure. Even if that failure is just knowing that you cut corners. And that is not an option. 

And her loyalty to her friends.. 

… I once knew a boy name Adam. And I hoped that we could be a team, but what I found was a true partner. I now know a man named Adam, and trust me when I say, he is as great as you want him to be. 

Then there’s the love she shows for her daughters and the warm fuzzy feeling you get reading about how she met her husband:

Something changed right there and then. Here was this cute nice man who I knew well enough to know he was a good person. The training wheels were off and all of a sudden he didn’t look like fun. He looked real. […] .. The feeling in the air was obvious. 

Endlessly quotable. I’ll be coming back to this one again and again. 

Tender is the Night.


Even in their absolute immobility, complete as that of the morning, she felt a purpose, a working over of something, a direction, an act of creation different from any she had known.


I think things ought to belong to the people that like them.

La Napoule

Another gust of wind strained around the porphyry hills of la Napoule. There was a hint in the air that the earth was hurrying on toward other weather; the lush midsummer moment outside of time was already over.

Paper Towns


I don’t know who she is anymore, or who she was, but I need to find her. 

The Sky. 

… at some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you’ll look back down and see that you floated away, too. 


But then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all. 

And of course the Woody Guthrie description…

“Seriously,” Ben said. “This guy sounds like an alcoholic Kermit the Frog with throat cancer.”

The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer

A book full of quotable quotes… Loved it.

Will you help me? Can I trust you? […] And so often, underneath it all, these questions originate in our basic, human longing to know: Do you love me?

P. 3

Sometimes people just don’t want the flower. Sometimes you have to let them walk away.

P. 36

We started to blend with each other, the only way we knew how. Using art. Collecting and connecting the dots of each other’s lives. All art, no matter what shape it is, has to come from somewhere. We can only connect the dots that we can collect.

P. 142

Maybe you just weren’t ready to be asked, I said. Or maybe, he said, I found the person I could answer.

P. 162

… This is what art does. Good or bad, it imagines the insides, the heart of the other, whether that heart is full of light or trapped in darkness.

P. 289