Favorite short PASSAGE from a BOOK you're reading now

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    Jul 12, 2010 1:50 AM GMT
    This one I love from a book called "Vernon God Little". It's about a 16-yo wrongfully accused of helping to commit murders. He narrates describing an old man:

    "I chase some spit with my tongue, and watch an ole man at the back of the room flick through the Martirio Clarion, our so-called paper. The skin of his face hangs down in pockets, like he has lead implants. Character, they call it. It ain't character, though; you know it's feelings. Erosion from waves of disappointment and sadness. One thing I learned from watching folk these last days is that waves are mostly one-way; you collect them over a lifetime, until finally the least fucken thing makes you bawl."


    My god, tremendous passage. You?
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    Jul 12, 2010 6:37 AM GMT
    The End of Your World - Adyashanti

    We realize -often quite suddenly- that our sense of self, which has been formed and constructed out of our ideas, beliefs, and images, is not who we really are. It doesn't define us, it has no center. The ego may exist as a series of of passing thoughts, beliefs, actions and reactions, but in and of itself it has no identity. Ultimately all of the images we have about ourselves and the world turn out to be nothing but a resistance to things as they are. What we call ego is simply the mechanism our mind uses to resist life as it is. In that way, ego isn't a thing, as much as its a verb. It is the resistance to what is. It is the pushing away or pulling toward. This momentum, this grasping and rejecting, is what forms a sense of a self that is distinct or separate, from the world around us. But with the dawn of awakening, this outside world begins to collapse. Once we loose our sense of self, its as if we have lost the whole world as we knew it. At that moment -- whether that moment is a just a glimpse or something more sustained -- we suddenly realize with incredible clarity that what we truly are is in no way limited to the small sense of self we thought we were.
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    Jul 12, 2010 7:23 AM GMT
    I've been reading the original Conan stories by Robert E. Howard from the 1930's. Fantastic read! It's actually in my car since I read it on my work breaks but here are two excerpts from the short stories. A lot of people seem to think that Conan was originally a comic book, but that didn't happen until decades later.

    "You cannot escape me!" he roared. "Lead me into a trap and I'll pile the heads of your kinsmen at your feet! Hide from me and I'll tear apart the mountains to find you! I'll follow you to hell!" (The Frost Giant's Daughter)

    Arus saw a tall powerfully built youth, naked but for a loin-cloth, and sandals strapped high about his ankles. His skin was burned brown as by the suns of the wastelands and Arus glanced nervously at his broad shoulders, massive chest and heavy arms, A single look at the moody, broad-browed features told the watchman the man was no Nemedian. From under a mop of unruly black hair smoldered a pair of dangerous blue eyes. A long sword hung in a leather scabbard at his girdle. (The God in the Bowl)
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    Jul 12, 2010 7:25 AM GMT
    "There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about."

    The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde

    hilarious stuff
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    Jul 12, 2010 8:34 AM GMT
    "You don't need to be a rocket scientist to be a rocket scientist," Kim Stanley Robinson - Red Mars.