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The Stuff From Before
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The sun hitched up her trousers and soldiered on up into the sky. September squinted at it and wondered if the sun here was different than the sun in Nebraska. It seemed gentler, more golden, deeper. The shadows it cast seemed more profound. But September could not be sure. When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier. That does not mean it is brighter and lovelier; it just means that sweet, kindly home suffers in comparison to tarted-up foreign places with all their jewels on.
—Catherynne M. Valente/The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland In A Ship Of Her Own Making
Signs your meeting has gone on way too long:
- your co-workers have eaten all the candy on the table
- everyone has checked their phones three times in the last ten minutes
- you are honestly considering smothering the person next to you
- three people have just helped write and re-write a sentence more than five times
- you forgot when the meeting started
Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.
—Lewis Carroll/Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
While I was waiting for the SUV to take me back to my car, I got waylaid by an assistant from MTV’s Pimp My Ride. You know what a pimp is, right? He’s a dude who tricks, frightens, or flat-out bullies a woman to fuck other men for money, which she then gives to him. Oh, and it’s also an adorable slang phrase. There’s a doggy grooming spa near where I live called Pimp My Pooch. Someday there will be a baby boutique called Rape My Bassinet.
—Patton Oswalt/Zombie Spaceship Wasteland
Isn’t that what every marriage is, anyway? Just a lengthy game of he-said, she-said?
—Gillian Flynn/Gone Girl
Good things from today:
I sometimes wonder if that is at the root of his distaste for me: He’s let me see his shortcomings, and he hates me for knowing them.
—Gillian Flynn/Gone Girl