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"What a book! Banging first 300 pages, weird plot/character shift section in Rome for 200 pages, and now endless dinner parties and encounters in Paris (which is oddly all very satisfying to read about), as we slow build to what I know will be some kind of masterful climax. Not what I expected at all but I'm definitely caught in this book's spell." — Aug 24, 2025 06:31AM
"What a book! Banging first 300 pages, weird plot/character shift section in Rome for 200 pages, and now endless dinner parties and encounters in Paris (which is oddly all very satisfying to read about), as we slow build to what I know will be some kind of masterful climax. Not what I expected at all but I'm definitely caught in this book's spell." — Aug 24, 2025 06:31AM


“I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't.”
― The Green Mile
― The Green Mile

“Not one of your pertinent ancestors was squashed, devoured, drowned, starved, stranded, stuck fast, untimely wounded, or otherwise deflected from its life's quest of delivering a tiny charge of genetic material to the right partner at the right moment in order to perpetuate the only possible sequence of hereditary combinations that could result -- eventually, astoundingly, and all too briefly -- in you.”
― A Short History of Nearly Everything
― A Short History of Nearly Everything

“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
― The Road
― The Road

“I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one. . . . Humans are caught—in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too—in a net of good and evil. . . . There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well—or ill?”
― East of Eden
― East of Eden

“He doesn’t understand where this woman keeps appearing from all the time. Can’t a man calmly and quietly stand over a cat-shaped hole in a snowdrift in his own garden any more?”
― A Man Called Ove
― A Man Called Ove

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