Culture Commentary and Miscellaneous Musings
As we walked arm in arm in this merry mood, wind brushed against our cheeks–a wind strong enough to lift bougainvillea blossoms off their branches. Did that mean we, too, were characters in a shojo romance?
page 129
I’m afraid I can’t do that, Dave.
HAL-9000 computer to Dave
But Lucy couldn’t bear to cut down her book collection. How could she when there were so many interesting novels to read in this world, and more coming out every year?
page 91, Chapter 9
Norman Bates: I think I must have one of those faces you can’t help believing.
Psycho (1960)
I felt it sometimes when biting into a slice of garden-grown cucumber marinated in balsamic or diving into the ever-cool waters of the spring, how the state mounted a threat to our joy, how the state seemed increasingly to want to destroy it, and how we, therefore, guarded the joy more steadfastly.
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