I really wanted to love Bossypants cause I think Tina Fey is a comedic genius, but I just don’t think it quite translated across to the written word.I really wanted to love Bossypants cause I think Tina Fey is a comedic genius, but I just don’t think it quite translated across to the written word. I thought this would be more of a hilariously funny book rather than her personal memoir and a collection of her most memorable moments from SNL and 30 Rock. However, had I listened to the audio book, I’m sure I would have given this a higher rating.
Lifted is my first experience of Kindle Singles and I have to say that I love this new format of short writing pieces or novellas. I really enjoyed EvLifted is my first experience of Kindle Singles and I have to say that I love this new format of short writing pieces or novellas. I really enjoyed Evan Ratliff's thrilling re-telling of the true story of one of the greatest bank heists in Sweden's history and it was well worth the $1.99US price tag.
Birches “I’d like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And ha
Birches “I’d like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love: I don’t know where it’s likely to go better. I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again.”
The Road Not Taken "Two Roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry i could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth"
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference."
The Sound of Trees "I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some day when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on. I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone."
The Tuft of Flowers "I looked for him behind an isle of trees; I listened for his whetstone on the breeze. But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been,--alone, As all must be,' I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart."
“He was intent on proving that the word “dying” was not synonymous with “useless”.
“Dying,” Morrie suddenly said, “is only one thing
“He was intent on proving that the word “dying” was not synonymous with “useless”.
“Dying,” Morrie suddenly said, “is only one thing to be sad over, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else.”
“I may be dying, but I am surrounded by loving, caring souls. How many people can say that?”
“The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn’t work, don’t buy it.”
“The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.”
“Maybe death is the great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another.”
“The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.”
“Love is the only rational act.”
“...tapes, like photographs and videos, are a desperate attempt to steal something from death’s suitcase.”
“Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.”
“Without love, we are birds with broken wings.”
“I suddenly knew why he so enjoyed my leaning over and adjusting his microphone, or fussing with the pillows, or wiping his eyes. Human touch. At seventy-eight, he was giving as an adult, and taking as a child.”
“These were people so hungry for love that they were accepting substitutes. They were embracing material things and expecting a sort of hug back. But it never works. You can’t substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship.”
“...when you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feeling you’re looking for, no matter how much of them you have.”
“...love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.”
“People haven’t found meaning in their lives, so they’re running all the time looking for it. Nthey think the next car, the next house, the next job. Then they find those things are empty, too, and they keep running.”
“It’s natural to die,” he said again. “The fact that we make such a big hullabaloo over it is all because we don’t see ourselves as part of nature. We think because we’re human we’re something above nature.”
“As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here.”
"...will I ever be able to write something great..." "I want to go on living even after my death!" Well Anne Frank you did both!
I think people need t"...will I ever be able to write something great..." "I want to go on living even after my death!" Well Anne Frank you did both!
I think people need to consider the context when reading this book. It is not a book about the holocaust. It is a young girl's diary. An unbelievably intelligent, honest, insightful, reflective and brave young girl; who despite her awful circumstances living her teenage years in hiding, manages to remain cheerful and optimistic throughout her ordeal, right up until the very end. It is a somewhat voyeuristic read, but she wrote it with the intention of publishing it, of allowing the world to see and feel the world of Anne Frank.
"...beauty remains, even in misfortune."
"A person who's happy will make others happy; a person who has courage and faith will never die in misery!"
"I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death!"
"But, and that's a big question, will I ever be able to write something great..."
"One day this terrible war will be over. The time will come when we'll be people again and not just Jews!"
"There's a destructive urge in people, the urge to rage, murder and kill. And until all of humanity, without exception, undergoes a metamorphosis, wars will continue to be waged, and everything that has been carefully built up, cultivated and grown will be cut down and destroyed, only to start all over again!"
"You don't even have to live in fear of eternal punishment; the concepts of purgatory, heaven and hell are difficult for many people to accept, yet religion itself, any religion, keeps a person on the right path. Not the fear of God, but upholding your own sense of honor and obeying your own conscience."
"Here's all you need to know about men and women: Women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid. It's not the only reason, but it's a big one."
"...as a result of all this repression of feelings, the extent of the average man's emotional expression is the high five. Or sometimes, when really deep feelings emerge, both hands. The high ten. This is raw emotion. And that's about all they're capable of."
"There are five deadly male subcultures and they all overlap: the car and machinery culture, the police and military culture, the outdoors and gun culture, the sports and competition culture and the drug and alcohol culture. And, as a bonus, I'm gonna throw in one more: the "Let's go get some pussy and beat the shit outta queers" culture."
"Women got the good job, men got the shitty one. Females create life, males end it. War, crime and violence are primarily male franchises. Man-shit."
Bill Bryson was not exaggerating; A Short History of Nearly Everything covers almost everything you could ever want to know and have never understoodBill Bryson was not exaggerating; A Short History of Nearly Everything covers almost everything you could ever want to know and have never understood about life, the universe and everything in between. Bryson manages to cover some very complex subjects in a way that is as easy as it could possibly be to understand for the unscientifc mind. This book was a truly epic achievement.
"The upshot of all this is that we live in a universe whose age we can’t quite compute, surrounded by stars whose distances we don’t altogether know, filled with matter we can’t identify, operating in conformance with physical laws whose properties we don’t truly understand.”
“Life, it turns out, is infinitely more clever and adaptable than anyone had ever supposed.”
“The bottom line is that life is amazing and gratifying, perhaps even miraculous, but hardly impossible, as we repeatedly attest with our own modest existences.”
“Go back just eight generations to about the time that Charles Darwin and Abraham Lincoln were born, and already there are over 250 people on whose coupling your existence depends. Continue further, to the time of Shakespeare and the Mayflower Pilgrims, and you have no fewer than 16,384 ancestors earnestly exchanging genetic material in a way that would, eventually and miraculously, result in you. At twenty generations ago, the number of people procreating on your behalf has risen to 1,048, 576. Five generations before that, and there are no fewer than 33,554,432 men and women on whose devoted couplings your existence depends. By thirty generations ago, your total number of forebears; remember, these aren’t cousins and aunts and other incidental relatives, but only parents and parents of parents in a line leading ineluctably to you, is over one billion (1,073,741,824, to be precise). If you go back sixty-four generations, to the time of the Romans, the number of people on whose cooperative efforts your eventual existence depends has risen to approximately 1,000,000,000,000,000,000, which is several thousand times the total number of people who have ever lived. Clearly something has gone wrong with our math here. The answer is, it may interest you to learn, is that your line is not pure. You couldn’t be here without a little incest, actually quite a lot of incest, albeit at a genetically discreet remove.”
“From an evolutionary point of view, sex is really just a reward mechanism to encourage us to pass on our genetic material.”
“One of the hardest ideas for humans to accept... is that we are not the culmination of anything. There is nothing inevitable about our being here. It is part of our vanity as humans that we tend to think of evolution as a process that, in effect, was programmed to produce us.”
“It’s an unnerving thought that we may be the living universe’s supreme achievement and its worst nightmare simultaneously.”
"I wanted to jump up out of my seat and run to the men, hugging them around the legs. I wanted to lick the hair on their wrists."
"He loved me enough to be mad at me and not then have to reconsider the entire relationship."
"Really, there is no difference between being fat and being skinny. They are two sides of the same Oreo."
“I believe in the baby Jesus. And I believe he is handsome and lives in the sky with his pet cow. I believe that it is essential the cow like you. And if you pet the cow with your mind, it will lick your hand and give you cash. But if you make the cow angry, it will turn away from you, forget you exist, and your life will fall into shambles. I believe that as long as the cow likes you, you can get what you want. In order to keep in the cow’s favour, you need to “let go and let God” meaning you can’t obsess about controlling every little thing. You have to let things unfold naturally and not try to change things you cannot change. On the other hand, I believe that if you’ve made the cow happy by living this way, you’re allowed to ask for favours.”
Australian Tragic was recommended to me by my mother who gave it five stars and lent it to me with a post-it note attached to the inside which statedAustralian Tragic was recommended to me by my mother who gave it five stars and lent it to me with a post-it note attached to the inside which stated "All these stories are true - some sad, some funny, some you know who they are and some you have to guess. But you definitely can't stop reading, which is a shame, because I never wanted it to stop." I spent the first half of this collection flipping back to this review and questioning my mother's taste in books, but by the second half something had changed. Jack Marx
"It was alone that he had learned to cope with dreadful things - alone in the air, watching death come to friends, and enemies too, who never were machines, never would be less than human beings in the minds of those who killed them, with lives more real and precious for every day that they were gone."
"Theirs was a love whose soundtrack was made of smashing bottles and slamming doors."
"Sometimes a loss is as good as a victory, for it's through our mistakes that wisdom grows."
"...it was suicide to show any pain, any doubt, any hesitance, any fear of the contest. It was when one showed such weaknesses that others would pounce through a hole in one's world, to ransack the strengths to be found inside."
"There is some perversity somewhere which tends to create evil out of good, and to deny to man the successes he craves, even when they seem most certainly to be within his reach."
"How strange it is that life, as it grows, becomes less precious in the eyes of the world."
"...schools aren't built to save troubled souls. They are factories designed to mould girls and boys into women and men fit for organised society. They have not the time nor the apparatus to dwell upon the broken ones."
"Death is still, cold, quiet, and gray. Life is moving, warm, noisy, and full of color. The opposite of life is not only death, it is also the absence of joy."
"By the time we get involved with a body, death has come and gone, leaving us with only the empty shell, the abandoned luggage of what was once a human being."
"Death merely heralds the beginning of our work."
"It takes a special kind of fortitude to willingly confront and interact with a rotting body, or one that is cut up into pieces. And it takes a person who understands the social necessity of this act to do it properly."
"Reality is messier, slower, and less dependent on star detectives."
"In cultures different from the United States, suicide is not considered a failure of the courage to face life, but as a legitimate response to certain life situations."
"...the dead always have something to teach the living."
“Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your tra
“Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.”
“Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever.”
“Suicide is a form of murder - premeditated murder. It isn't something you do the first time you think of doing it. It takes getting used to. And you need the means, the opportunity, the motive. A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.”
“Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide. ”
“Why did she do it? Nobody dared to ask. Because - what courage! Who had the courage to burn herself? Twenty aspirin, a little slit alongside the veins of the arm, maybe even a bad half hour standing on a roof: We've all had those. And somewhat more dangerous things, like putting a gun in your mouth. But you put it there, you taste it, it's cold and greasy, your finger is on the trigger, and you find that a whole world lies between this moment and the moment you've been planning, when you'll pull the trigger. That world defeats you. You put the gun back in the drawer. You'll have to find another way."
"I had an inspiration once. I woke up one morning and I knew that today I had to swallow fifty aspirin. It was my task: my job for the day. I lined them up on my desk and took them one by one, counting. But it's not the same as what she did. I could have stopped, at ten, or at thirty. And I could have done what I did do, which was go onto the street and faint. Fifty aspirin is a lot of aspirin, but going onto the street and fainting is like putting the gun back in the drawer."
“Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act?”
“Actually, it was only part of myself I wanted to kill: the part that wanted to kill herself, that dragged me into the suicide debate and made every window, kitchen implement, and subway station a rehearsal for tragedy.”
“The only way to stay sane is to go a little crazy.”
“I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.”
“I was trying to explain my situation to myself. My situation was that I was in pain and nobody knew it, even I had trouble knowing it. So I told myself, over and over, You are in pain. It was the only way I could get through to myself. I was demonstrating externally and irrefutably an inward condition.”
“Tell me that you don’t take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.”
“As far as I could see, life demanded skills I didn't have.”
“In a strange way we were free. We'd reached the end of the line. We had nothing more to lose. Our privacy, our liberty, our dignity: all of this was gone and we were stripped down to the bare bones of our selves”
“Our hospital was famous and housed many great poets and singers. Did the hospital specialize in poets and singers or was it that poets and singers specialized in madness?”
I have to say that I was left with very mixed feelings about this book. I found the subject matter somewhat interesting; drug addiction and sex work.I have to say that I was left with very mixed feelings about this book. I found the subject matter somewhat interesting; drug addiction and sex work. However, this was in part due to the fact that I work with a very similar client group in the local area where the book took place. I found Kate Holden’s writing rather amateurish and the story was by no means unique, nor well told. I also disliked the way Holden glossed over her struggles with drug addictio and the path to recovery and with what seemed like very little concern for what her family went through during that time. However, the most disappointing aspect of the book was the way Holden glamorised her experiences as a sex worker both on the streets of St Kilda and in various Melbourne brothels.