Scribbling Cynic

Rambling thoughts, sudden inspirations, general wittiness

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"You are really strange," Mae said again, and meant it. She was twenty-four, and he was unlike anyone she’d ever known. That was, she thought drunkenly, evidence of God, was it not? That she could encounter thousands of people in her life thus far, so many of them similar, so many of them forgettable, but then there is this person, new and bizarre and speaking bizarrely. Every day some scientist discovered a new species of frog or waterlily, and that, too, seemed to confirm some divine showman, some celestial inventor putting new toys before us, hidden but hidden poorly, just where we might happen upon them. And this Francis person, he was something entirely different, some new frog.
The Circle by Dave Eggers

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Then he looks at me like adults do when they’re acting like they know way more about something than you, but smiling, like there’s a secret you’ll know one day and it’ll be great and aren’t we proud of you and the potential you have, although we’re not going to tell you about it because we don’t think you’d understand.
Golden Boy by Abigail Tarttelin

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…in that moment Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later. For the first time he realized that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps, love, adopted a role called Being a Father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life. And now that boy, that good actor, had grown old and fragile and tired, wearier than ever at the thought of trying to hoist the Protector’s armor back onto his shoulders again, now, so far down the line.
The Bonfire of the Vanities  by Tom Wolfe

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32 Things You Can Tell About Your Date Based on Their Favorite Book

Quite a few of the books on here top my personal list, but Brave New World is the one I always answer when asked (along with Catch-22, in case Facts About Jaime just fascinate you).

So, apparently I come off as a loose racist. On second thought, I change my answer to The Virgin Suicides.

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I have lived twenty-five years in this body by myself, and I feel pretty confident that, by now, my personality is staying as it is. I’m going to stay a little uptight and anxious. I’m going to continue enjoying plans and Post-its and clean, orderly spaces. And though nobody has been dumb enough to say anything close to “You need to get laid” to my face, I resent the idea that anyone might think, if they knew my history, that I’d be slightly different by virtue of having a penis—however briefly—inside me. That is some phallocentric bullshit if I ever heard any. Hypothetical penises don’t make the rules. I make the rules.
Never Have I Ever by Katie Heaney

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Maybe that’s what religion is, hurling yourself off a cliff and trusting that something bigger will take care of you and carry you to the right place. I don’t know if it’s possible to feel everything all at once, so much that you think you’re going to burst….I felt so full of love for everything. But at the same time, I felt so hung out to dry there, like nobody could ever understand. I felt so alone in this world, and so loved at the same time.
Where’d You Go, Bernadette? by Maria Semple

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