He thought: I will not break. I won’t tell anybody what a tight I am in. I will keep my pride. And my guns loaded to the last.
— The Shootist by Glendon Swarthout
Tag: literature
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December 31st, 2012 3:22pm
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December 28th, 2012 1:17am
That’s my window. This minute
So gently did I alight
From sleep–was still floating in it.
Where has my life its limit
And where begins the night?I could fancy all things around me
Were nothing but I as yet;
Like a crystal’s depth, profoundly
Mute, translucent, unlit.I have space to spare inside me
For the stars, too: so full of room
Feels my heart; so lightly
Would it let go of him, whomFor all I know I have started
To love, it may be to hold.
Strange, as if never charted,
Stares my fortune untold.Why is it I am bedded
Beneath this infinitude,
Fragrant like a meadow,
Hither and thither moved,Calling out, yet fearing
Someone might hear the cry,
Destined to disappearing
Within another I.— Girl In Love by Rainer Maria Rilke
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December 27th, 2012 9:30am
In this gritty world, people called me Gideon. A biblical name made famous by an adjudicator in the Book of Judges. That Gideon was also known as Jerub-Baal. Destroyer. Mighty Warrior. I was Gideon. Not sent by God. Employed by those who thought they were.
I was a hired gun paid to do what people wouldn’t do for themselves.
— Resurrecting Midnight by Eric Jerome Dickey
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December 25th, 2012 11:17pm
Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.— Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell (via awesem)
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December 25th, 2012 12:58am
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December 24th, 2012 2:45pm
He awoke— and wanted Mars.— Philip K. Dick, We Can Remember It For You Wholesale (via oneafter909blues)
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December 21st, 2012 9:45pm
A smile is nature’s freeway: it has lanes, and you can go any speed you like, except you can’t go back.— Cigarette Girl by James M. Cain
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December 21st, 2012 8:53pm
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December 21st, 2012 8:32pm
Ferris had lost some of his erectness. He wet his lips and said, “I want to see my lawyer. I don’t want to talk till I’ve seen my lawyer.”
Spade said, “It’s all right with me. You’re up against it, but I don’t like blackmailers myself. I think Eli wrote a good epitaph for them in that book back there – "Too many have lived.”
