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I didn't always get really excited looking at the family trees of long ago royalty. I blame Game of Thrones.

I came to them from the "safety zone", someone who could always walk away whenever I wanted. Had they told me "There's no way you can truly know what we feel," I'd have had to agree. End of story.

The best Christmas gifts are socks, books, and tea. All of them are useful and none of them require sizes.

Reading nearly 100 pages of a history book in one go is always a good sign.

[I]f time exists only in my head, and I'm the last human being, it will end with my death. The thought cheers me. I may be in a position to murder time.

Three cheers for the three percent of the US publishing market that leads me to read four translated works at once every so often.

If there's someone looking ill on the train I always say, "Are you okay? Want to sit down?" But not most people — I really learned that the hard way.

Sometimes I screw up character names and think Poe Decameron instead of Poe Dameron and end up zoning out for a good ten minutes thinking about the literary possibilities of said screw up.

When the country is in the grip of a collective passion, it becomes unanimous in crime.

The Americans are afraid of their shadows, they're afraid of anything red, and they don't like anyone with a past.

Later, when the police asked me "Didn't people start to panic?" I thought back on it: "Everyone was so silent. No one uttered word."

...if someone had fallen down right in front of me, I like to think I'd have helped. But what if they fell 50 yards away? Would I go out of my way to help? I wonder. I might have seen it as somebody else's business and walked on by. If I'd got involved I'd have been late for work...

The only creature in the forest that can really do right or wrong is me. And I alone can show mercy. Sometimes I wish that burden of decision-making didn't lie with me. But I am a human being, and I can only think and act like a human being. Only death will free me from that.

No woman can afford to feel anything for a man in 1801.

Picking up other's financial slack when all I want to do during the holidays is read my books and write my reviews. Ugh.

I'd watch Syriana if there was a chance of it being as good as the Cities of Salt quintet, but there's the rub. Speaking of the latter, someone needs to get on translating the last two works stat.

Some books are long so as to weed out unnecessary readers.

Lilith didn't know that there be white woman who walk.

Reading always gets ten times better when the cat sleeping next to you starts snoring.

...since I had only ever been threatened by human beings before, I couldn't adapt too quickly.

True darkness and true womanness that make man scream.

Oh lord Goodreads what have you done now.

Lotus-eaters + Uzumaki + First person POV = "Men Animals Vines"

Winter break is here, which means it's time to give the 500 GBBW Group a full tune-up *cracks knuckles*

There are certain bildungsromans the Powers That Be would give anything to bury.

I think of Keats...slogging away, devouring books, plagiarizing, impersonating, adapting, struggling, growing, writing many poems that made him blush and then a few that made him proud, learning everything he could from whomever he could find, dead or alive, who might have something useful to teach him.

The time of the finals is over. The time for buying another piece of luggage so as to be able to fly back with all seventeen of my library books has come.

—If the massa find out, you dead.
—If the massa supper spoil, you dead, what be the difference?

This is excellent post-final material in that it cleans your head of all these authors you have to give a fuck about for your grade and fills it up again with the ones you give a fuck about cause they're glorious.

Just handwrote twelve pages. Time to type out 2.5 more while finally making myself some goddamn lunch.