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“There are pieces of me, small pieces, still in love with a fiction. A ghost living inside a living boy I cannot begin to fathom. The ghost who sat by my bed while I dreamed in pain. The ghost who kept Samson from my mind as long as he could, I know, delaying an inevitable torture.
The ghost who loves me, in what poisoned way he can.
And I feel that poison working in me.”
― King's Cage
The ghost who loves me, in what poisoned way he can.
And I feel that poison working in me.”
― King's Cage
“Mata batin yang merupakan berkah kesepian”
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“It never bored them to hear words, words; they breathed them with the cool night air, never stopping to analyse; the name of the poet, Hafiz, Hali, Iqbal, was sufficient guarantee. India—a hundred Indias—whispered outside beneath the indifferent moon, but for the time India seemed one and their own, and they regained their departed greatness by hearing its departure lamented, they felt young again because reminded that youth must fly.”
― A Passage to India
― A Passage to India
“I wondered if what one normally calls "normal" was itself a sort of dullness, a deadening of sense and spirit, if not, indeed, a very closure of their doors. For myself, now, liberated, released, emergent from the dark night and abyss, there was an intoxication of light and love and health.”
― A Leg to Stand On
― A Leg to Stand On
“But sir…’
‘Don’t worry I said I’ll do it,’ snapped the President.
‘But sir there’s just one other thing.’
The President held the club in his hands like a seasoned baseball star. He glanced over at the Phlegm-O-Matic resting in the legionnaire’s rusted hand. ‘What?’
‘That protocol doesn’t include you.’
The President’s shoulders sank and the air left his lungs in a rush. The legionnaire turned and aimed the gun at him.”
― Our Blue Orange
‘Don’t worry I said I’ll do it,’ snapped the President.
‘But sir there’s just one other thing.’
The President held the club in his hands like a seasoned baseball star. He glanced over at the Phlegm-O-Matic resting in the legionnaire’s rusted hand. ‘What?’
‘That protocol doesn’t include you.’
The President’s shoulders sank and the air left his lungs in a rush. The legionnaire turned and aimed the gun at him.”
― Our Blue Orange
Lisa’s 2024 Year in Books
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