September 16, 2008
"Human beings who have worked -worked hard- all their lives with no motive other than love and devotion, who have literally given their lives for others, out of love and devotion; human beings who have no sense of having made any sacrifice, who cannot imagine any way of life other than giving their lives for others, out of love and devotion. In general, such human beings are women."
p. 77 The Elementary Particles by Michel Houellebecq
"In a few short hours that evening, Annabelle had come to understand that life was an unrelenting succession of lies. It was then, too, that she became aware of her beauty."
p. 65 The Elementary Particles by Michel Houellebecq
"She felt the weary need of our day to exert herself in love. But she knew that in fact she must no more exert herself in love... No, she had to be passive, to acquiesce, and to be submerged under the surface of love...
"He wanted her to give herself without defences, to sink and become submerged in him. And she -she wanted to sit still, like a woman on the last milestone, and watch. She wanted to see, to know, to understand. She wanted to be alone: with him at her side...
"And she was so tired, so tired, like a child that wants to go to sleep, but which fights against sleep as if sleep were death. She seemed to stretch her eyes wider in the obstinate effort and tension of keeping awake. She would keep awake. She would know. She would consider and judge and decide. She would have the reins of her own life between her own hands. She would be an independant woman to the last. But she was so tired, so tired of everything. And sleep seemed near. And there was such rest in the boy."
p. 157 "The Fox" from Three Novellas by D.H. Lawrence
"which reminds me
I shacked with Jane for 7 years
she was a drunk
I loved her
My parents hated her
I hated my parents
it made a nice
excerpt from "Some Picnic" in Play the Piano Drunk Like A Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit by Charles Bukowski
"'She's a good woman -a real woman.'
'She's a girl,' said Cal. 'It sounds funny you calling her a woman.'
'No,' Lee said softly. 'A few are women from the moment they're born. Abra has the loveliness of a woman, and the courage -and the strength- and the wisdom. She knows things and she accepts things. I would have bet she couldn't be small or mean or even vain except when it's pretty to be vain.'
'You sure do think well of her.'"
p. 743 East of Eden by John Steinbeck