P.

P.’s Bookshelves

to-read‎ (49)
currently-reading‎ (0)
read‎ (3121)
did-not-finish‎ (0)
comics‎ (1511)
yyay‎ (993)
fictive‎ (692)
series‎ (481)
speculative‎ (459)

nonfic‎ (423)
real-life-contemporary‎ (402)
paranormal-or-magic‎ (391)
jfic‎ (353)
slightly-off‎ (259)
manga‎ (231)
lgbtqia‎ (218)
historical‎ (189)
fantasy‎ (169)

mystery-or-detective‎ (164)
horror-y‎ (156)
short-stories‎ (153)
superhero‎ (109)
near-future‎ (85)
in-space‎ (77)
half-read‎ (75)
art‎ (70)
arc‎ (59)

pomes‎ (56)
boarding-school‎ (53)
cookery-bookery‎ (47)
en-español‎ (14)
for-librarians‎ (9)
edinburgh‎ (7)
ballads‎ (2)

Stats | More…

“Now I know I am an intellectual. I saw Malcolm Muggeridge on the television last night, and I understood nearly every word. It all adds up. A bad home, poor diet, not liking punk. I think I will join the library and see what happens.”
― Sue Townsend

27 likes

“The individual cannot bargain with the State. The State recognizes no coinage but power: and it issues the coins itself.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia

tags: anarchism, politics

295 likes

“Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.”
― Gregory Corso

tags: power, slacker, slackers, slacking, standing, waiting

147 likes

“One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands out and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one's heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun--which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries. Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with the millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in someone's eyes.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, Secret Garden

668 likes

“We're at a dinner party in an apartment on Rue Paul Valéry between Avenue Foch and Avenue Victor Hugo and it's all rather subdued since a small percentage of the invited guests were blown up in the Ritz yesterday. For comfort people went shopping, which is understandable even if they bought things a little too enthusiastically. Tonight it's just wildflowers and white lilies, just W's Paris bureau chief, Donna Karan, Aerin Lauder, Ines de la Fressange and Christian Louboutin, who thinks I snubbed him and maybe I did but maybe I'm past the point of caring. Just Annette Bening and Michael Stipe in a tomato-red wig. Just Tammy on heroin, serene and glassy-eyed, her lips swollen from collagen injections, beeswax balm spread over her mouth, gliding through the party, stopping to listen to Kate Winslet, to Jean Reno, to Polly Walker, to Jacques Grange. Just the smell of shit, floating, its fumes spreading everywhere. Just another conversation with a chic sadist obsessed with origami. Just another armless man waving a stump and whispering excitedly, "Natasha's coming!" Just people tan and back from the Ariel Sands Beach Club in Bermuda, some of them looking reskinned. Just me, making connections based on fear, experiencing vertigo, drinking a Woo-Woo.”
― Bret Easton Ellis

10 likes

More of P.’s quotes…