I read this because I was looking for another one of his, and I found this one. Read it cover to cover, which may not be the best way to read essays. I’ve thrown it at Sarge, but not before highlighting ones he should read.
I think I’m at the point just before it gets predictable. Having said that, I was reading this yesterday as Sarge came home from work, he put the key in the door and I jumped so high my butt cleared my seat. Now, I know all about my heightened fright-reflex, but that was a little excessive.
Since Sarge and I decided to have our wedding invitations printed, the next question is: What awesome and entirely appropriate quotes will we include on the invitations?
Last night at the pub I may have said, ‘I’ll arm-wrestle you for that one.’ And now I can’t remember which one was on the block.
Anyway, I thought I’d share some words on love that we both love:
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
― Lao Tzu
“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.”
― Robert Fulghum, True Love
“I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer
Yesterday was spent trading notes with Sarge to save his hay-fevered voice. When was the last time you wrote a love note or letter?
Somewhere between note 1 and 17, I finished reading my 20th book of the year.
Recent reads have been:
The Marriage Plot – Read this in three days. The first two I was right there with it. Yesterday, not so much. I was just happy to read complex sentences again.
Fifty Shades of Grey (Fifty Shades, #1) – I read this because I have a not-so-new obsession with talked-about books. I found myself counting the times Ana mentioned her inner goddess. And then I lost it. Perhaps the best thing about reading this was appreciating Ellen’s video.
The Bees – Read this aloud, to myself. In my living-room. In honour of (inter)National (kinda) Poetry Month. And to drown out the not-so dulcet tones of my upstairs neighbour. The one who is constantly on the phone. At that infuriating level that’s loud enough to be annoying, but too muffled to be useful in my writing. Except to say it’s worse than a slow, tapping leak.
The Freedom Writers Diary – I got this because of my not-so recent obsession books on writing/books that encourage writing/books made into films. And because I was looking for something else and found this on the way. And then realised it was a book I’d wanted to read for a long time. Everybody wins.
I am in the midst of sorting out books to give away/sell. As someone who actively hoards books, this is painful. But also a good thing. I want more space, less clutter. Fewer boxes to cart out when we move. Somewhere in my mission, I found this:
I’m posting the above as proof, and for posterity.
What should I do with it?
And if you had an empty shelf, what would you do with it?