aubrey

“Insecure, ill-dressed chaos theorist desires intelligent, insightful, incandescent trends researcher. Must be SC.”
― Connie Willis, Bellwether

“i think love is like..waves.. you ride one in to the beach, and it's the most amazing thing you've ever felt. but at some point the water goes back out, it has to. and maybe you're lucky--maybe you're both too busy to do anything drastic. maybe you're good as friends, so you stay. and then something happens--maybe it's something as big as a baby, or as small as him unloading the dishwasher--and the wave comes back in again. and it does that, over and over. i just think sometimes people forget to wait.”
― Erica Bauermeister, Joy for Beginners

“Now here is an oddity. A question for the zombie philosophers. What does it mean that my past is a fog but my present is brilliant, bursting with sound and color? Since I became Dead I've recorded new memories with the fidelity of an old cassette deck, faint and muffled and ultimately forgettable. But I can recall every hour of the last few days in vivid detail, and the thought of losing a single one horrifies me. Where am I getting this focus? This clarity? I can trace a solid line from the moment I met Julie all the way to now, lying next to her in this sepulchral bedroom, and despite the millions of past moments I've lost or tossed away like highway trash, I know with a lockjawed certainty I'll remember this one for the rest of my life.”
― Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies

“I look into Julie's face. Not just at it, but into it. Every pore, every freckle, every faint gossamer hair. And then the layers beneath them. The flesh and bones, the blood and brain, all the way down to the unknowable energy that swirls in her core, the life force, the soul, the fiery will that makes her more than meat, coursing through every cell and binding them together in millions to form her. Who is she, this girl? What is she? She is everything. Her body contains the history of life, remembered in chemicals. Her mind contains the history of the universe, remembered in pain, in joy and sadness, hate and hope and bad habits, every thought of God, past-present-future, remembered, felt, and hoped for all at once.”
― Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies