Lisa

Add friend
Sign in to Goodreads to learn more about Lisa.


All Systems Red
Lisa is currently reading
by Martha Wells (Goodreads Author)
bookshelves: currently-reading
Rate this book
Clear rating

 
The Catcher in th...
Lisa is currently reading
bookshelves: currently-reading
Rate this book
Clear rating

progress: 
 
  (7%)
Dec 18, 2025 04:58PM

 
The Night Circus
Lisa is currently reading
by Erin Morgenstern (Goodreads Author)
bookshelves: currently-reading
Rate this book
Clear rating

progress: 
 
  (6%)
Dec 18, 2025 04:57PM

 
See all 22 books that Lisa is reading…
Loading...
Sylvia Plath
“That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

William S. Burroughs
“I was standing outside myself trying to stop those hangings with ghost fingers... I am a ghost wanting what every ghost wants-a body-after the Long Time moving through odorless alleys of space where no life is, only the colorless no smell of death...Nobody can breath and smell it through pink convolutions of gristle laced with crystal snot, time shit and black blood filters of flesh.”
William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch: The Restored Text

John Fante
“She was forcing it with her scorn, the kiss she gave me, the hard curl of her lips, the mockery of her eyes, until I was like a man made of wood and there was no feeling within me except terror and a fear of her, a sense that her beauty was too much, that she was so much more beautiful than I, deeper rooted than I. She made me a stranger unto myself, she was all of those calm nights and tall eucalyptus trees, the desert stars, that land and sky, that fog outside, and I had come there with no purpose save to be a mere writer, to get money, to make a name for myself and all that piffle. She was so much finer than I, so much more honest, that I was sick of myself and I could not look at her warm eyes, I suppressed the shiver brought on by her brown arms around my neck and the long fingers in my hair. I did not kiss her. She kissed me, author of The Little Dog Laughed. Then she took my wrist with her two hands. She pressed her lips into the palm of my hand. She placed my hand upon her bosom between her breasts. She turned her lips towards my face and waited. And Arturo Bandini, the great author dipped deep into his colourful imagination, romantic Arturo Bandini, just chock-full of clever phrases, and he said, weakly, kittenishly, 'Hello.”
John Fante, Ask the Dust

Sylvia Plath
“But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Sylvia Plath
“I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

13824 Literary Darkness — 4719 members — last activity 3 hours, 45 min ago
This group is dedicated to an appreciation of important works of literature, both classic and contemporary... that happen to fall into the category of ...more
year in books
Erin Hager
1,834 books | 70 friends

Matt
2,636 books | 140 friends

Amanda
233 books | 98 friends

Irene B Ro
0 books | 17 friends

Ann
Ann
16 books | 22 friends

Rory Mo...
192 books | 48 friends

Alicia ...
4 books | 11 friends

Amanda ...
11 books | 44 friends

More friends…



Polls voted on by Lisa

Lists liked by Lisa