"Thinking I'm a moron gives people something to feel smug about," Charles Wallace said. "Why should I disillusion them?"

A Wrinkle in Time ~ Madeleine L'Engle

I really must learn to read, except I'm afraid it will make it awfully hard for me in school next year if I already know things. I think it will be better if people go on thinking I'm not very bright.
They won't hate me quite as much.

Charles Wallace, A Wrinkle in Time ~ Madeleine L'Engle

We usually remember the past with the title, 'history'. But was there ever a time that began as 'history' from the start? All that remains is the collective time of the people. They sometimes get tangled up together, or go their separate ways until time is collected like a giant ball of yarn. This seemingly coincidental encounter between Gu Ja Myeong and Baek Mae, became a thread in time called history, tangled up in a branch called Iljimae.

~Dolanon Iljimae

If I tell her she will not believe me. You may remember the old Persian saying, "There is danger for him who taketh the tiger cub, and danger also for whoso snatches a delusion from a woman."

Sherlock Holmes, A Case of Identity, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes ~ Arthur Conan Doyle

One Day, Robots Will Cry

This won't hurt more than a pinch
So just pour a drink, let's talk it over
I'm back after all these years
Don't be afraid my dear, now I'm older

Cause people change, can't you see my eyes?
Are they not the same after the lies?
I know I'm like a machine, but I still have dreams
I know one day we will..

Sleep for days (come over, come over)
I won't make the same mistakes (come over, come over)
I'm dying not to hurt you
In our dreams, we can be complete again

When you were young, you kept a list
Of the things you'd miss, as you got older
I've known you, in every life I've lived
Yeah, I'm still a kid, even though I'm colder

When you were a child, I was lost in the wild
But you built a home for me in the road
I was born in the cold, turn up the heat
I know one day we will..

Sleep for days (come over, come over)
I won't make the same mistakes (come over, come over)
I'm dying not to hurt you
In our dreams, we can be complete
If we go to sleep, we can wake up home again
Come on over again

[...]

~ Cobra Starship

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.
We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence.
If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city,
gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on,
the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events,
working through generations, and leading to the most Outre results,
it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions
most stale and unprofitable.

Sherlock Holmes, A Case of Identity, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes ~ Arthur Conan Doyle

To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman.
I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name.
In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex.
It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind.

Opening lines, A Scandal in Bohemia, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes ~ Arthur Conan Doyle

Perdition catch my soul.
But I do love thee; and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.

Othello, Act 3, Scene 3, Othello ~ William Shakespeare

One day, out of the blue, she called home and told her husband, "You will be receiving the necessary papers for divorce. Please sign, seal, and send back to me." Would she care to explain, her husband asked, what was the reason? "I've lost all love for you - in any way, shape, or form." Oh? said her husband. Was there no room for discussion? "Sorry, none, absolutely none."

Lederhosen ~ Haruki Murakami

Until now I had imagined sleep as a kind of model for death.
I had imagined death as an extension of sleep.
A sleep devoid of all consciousness.
Eternal rest.
A total blackout.

But now I wondered if I had been wrong.
Perhaps death was a state entirely unlike sleep, something that belonged to a different category altogether - like the deep, endless, wakeful darkness I was seeing now.

No, that would be too terrible.
If the state of death was not to be a rest for us, then what was going to redeem this imperfect life of ours, so fraught with exhaustion?
Finally, though, no one knows what death is. Who has ever truly seen it?
No one.
Except those who are dead. No one living knows what death is like.
They can only guess.
And the best guess is still a guess.
Maybe death is a kind of rest, but reasoning can't tell us that.
The only way to find out what death is to die.
Death can be anything at all.

Sleep ~ Haruki Murakami

A photo says, 'you were happy, and I wanted to catch that.' A photo says, 'you were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch.'

Anna ~ My Sister's Keeper

It's all I can do not to turn around and walk out the door, pretend I've come by mistake. The only thing that keeps me steady is knowing that I'm not the first person to stand in front of this counter holding the one item in the world I never thought I'ld part with.

Anna ~ My sister's keeper

Moon River

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.

~ Johnny Mercer (Lyricist)

I love my son, no question.
But I sensed that someday I would no longer be able to love this boy with the same intensity.
Not a very maternal thought.
Most mothers never have thoughts like that.
But as I stood there looking at him asleep, I knew with absolute certainty that one day I would come to despise him.

The thought made me terribly sad.

Sleep ~ Haruki Murakami

I went back to the sofa and started reading the rest of Anna Karenina.
Until that reading, I hadn't realized how little I remembered of what goes on in the book.
I recognized virtually nothing - the characters, the scenes, nothing.
I might as well have been reading a whole new book.
How strange.
I must have been deeply moved at the time I first read it, but now there was nothing left.
Without my noticing, the memories of all the shuddering, soaring emotions had slipped away and vanished.

What, then, of the enormous fund of time I had consumed back then reading books?
What had all that meant?

Sleep ~ Haruki Murakami

There's just one thing I'd like to get clear, though. Which is that I do not lust after you sexually as a woman. Like I told you, I am angry at the fact that I am only myself and nothing else. Being a solitary entity is dreadfully depressing. Hence I do not seek to sleep with you, a solitary individual.

If, however, you were to divide to two, and I split into two as well, and we four all shared the same bed together, wouldn't that be something! Don't you think?

The Kangaroo Communique' ~ Haruki Murakami

Shall I put it on the line?

I want to be able to be in two places at once.
That is my one and only wish. Other than that, there's not a single thing I desire.

Yet being who and what I am, my singularity hampers this desire of mine.
An unhappy lot, don't you think? My wish, if anything, is rather unassuming.
I don't want to be the ruler of the world, nor do I want to be an artist of genius.
I merely want to exist in two places simultaneously.
Got it? Not three, not four, only two.
I want to be roller-skating while I'm listening to an orchestra at a concert hall.
I want to be a McDonald's Quarter Pounder and still be a clerk in the product-control section of the department store.
I want to sleep with you and be sleeping with my girlfriend all the while.
I want to lead a general existence and yet be a distinct, separate entity.

The Kangaroo Communique' ~ Haruki Murakami

Now, what is this Nobility of Imperfection?, you may ask- who wouldn't ask?
Well, simply put, the Nobility of Imperfection might mean nothing so much as the proposition that someone in effect forgives someone else.
I forgive the kangaroos, the kangaroos forgive you, you forgive me- to cite but one example.

Uh-huh.

This cycle, however, is not perpetual. At some point, the kangaroos might take it into their heads not to forgive you. Please don't get angry at the kangaroos just because of that, though.
It's not the kangaroos' fault and it's not your fault. Nor, for that matter, is it my fault.
The kangaroos have their own pressing circumstances.
And I ask you, what kind of person is it who can blame a kangaroo?

The Kangaroo Communique' ~ Haruki Murakami

A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs of this world. Alone in this fun house, I only grow old, a pale softball of death welling inside me. Yet even as I sleep somewhere between Saturn and Uranus, wind-up birds everywhere are busy at work filling their appointed rounds.

The Wind-Up Bird And Tuesday's Women ~ Haruki Murakami

Oh, I'm not going to be hypocritical, I'm going to be honestly critical about it!

Blanche, A Streetcar Named Desire ~ Tennessee Williams

They told me to take a streetcar named Desire, and then transfer to one called Cemeteries and ride six blocks an get off at - Elysian Fields!

Blanche, A Streetcar Named Desire ~ Tennessee Williams