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"It opens with a confession. “I am insincere, sinfully not criminally.” The confession (in my copy, at least) takes up 10 pages. I take note of one sin: “In regard to the fine arts, I study the nude, human anatomy generally with no emotion beyond passionate admiration for beauty. I never have been able to find beauty shameful: ugliness yes.”
I picture the Sistine Chapel. Michelangelo’s sack of skin." — May 20, 2026 04:03AM
"It opens with a confession. “I am insincere, sinfully not criminally.” The confession (in my copy, at least) takes up 10 pages. I take note of one sin: “In regard to the fine arts, I study the nude, human anatomy generally with no emotion beyond passionate admiration for beauty. I never have been able to find beauty shameful: ugliness yes.”
I picture the Sistine Chapel. Michelangelo’s sack of skin." — May 20, 2026 04:03AM
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"“Katutubong Kaakuhan” is so fucking juicy and blunt in its criticism of Virgilio Almario’s nativist philosophy I want to blast it in the greenhills cinema like a Pacquiao—- like damn they went for where it hurts !" — Feb 20, 2025 05:55AM
"“Katutubong Kaakuhan” is so fucking juicy and blunt in its criticism of Virgilio Almario’s nativist philosophy I want to blast it in the greenhills cinema like a Pacquiao—- like damn they went for where it hurts !" — Feb 20, 2025 05:55AM
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"goodreads was supposed to be a 2025 out but sometimes you dive into a book so good you gotta log it." — Jan 20, 2025 03:36AM
"goodreads was supposed to be a 2025 out but sometimes you dive into a book so good you gotta log it." — Jan 20, 2025 03:36AM
“The Outing
An outburst of anger near the road, a refusal to speak on the path, a silence in the pine woods, a silence across the old railroad bridge, an attempt to be friendly in the water, a refusal to end the argument on the flat stones, a cry of anger on the steep bank of dirt, a weeping among the bushes.”
― The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis
An outburst of anger near the road, a refusal to speak on the path, a silence in the pine woods, a silence across the old railroad bridge, an attempt to be friendly in the water, a refusal to end the argument on the flat stones, a cry of anger on the steep bank of dirt, a weeping among the bushes.”
― The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis
“It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.”
― The Prophet
― The Prophet
“Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.”
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
“Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.”
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
“He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery lessons, and in which Amaranta had played Chinese checkers with Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, and in which Amarana Ursula had sewn the tiny clothing for the child, and in that flash of lucidity he became aware that he was unable to bear in his soul the crushing weight of so much past.”
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
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