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This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

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4 months, 3 weeks ago

the part of me that fiction and poetry reached

I was still going to church at the ages of eighteen and nineteen, when I got back, but that was about the time I drifted away. It didn’t happen like a thunderclap. I lived in a strict household, and when my parents thought I was going to Mass, I’d walk down to the milk bar and sit there drinking a …

—p.206 The Paris Review Issue 250 The Art of Fiction No. 266 (190) missing author
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the longing one felt for God

He studied the terrace around them, the satisfied diners, the officious servers in white and black like pretend Italians. Maybe the longing he felt was the longing one felt for God. To reach toward the divine not for pious reasons but for the solace of not being stranded inside yourself for the res…

—p.149 Schandung (Desecration) (137) missing author
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it’s a devil’s bargain, being a writer advice/writing

It’s a devil’s bargain, being a writer. You’re committed to exposing yourself and your family to the outside world, for money. My work had been known, before Intimacy, as being quite charming, fun⁠—people really turned against me. It got really hot, very nasty. But I have quite thick skin in some w…

—p.132 The Art of Fiction No. 265 (104) by Hanif Kureishi
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you have no mind to add new ones

Oh, Desmond Desmond Desmond. What does he need her to do? Tell him it wasn’t his fault? But the police report said as much, in plain English. He’d been driving like a grown man recently struck by his father. That morning, his father had sprung at him but had been too out of sync with himself to lan…

—p.98 Two Hands (85) missing author
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his curiosity oxidizing into something altogether less shiny

In the rearview mirror, Gemma sees her husband’s face hued gray by his phone. He’s checking where sempre dritto leads on Google Maps, scanning the next few minutes of their lives for junctions. That wanting to know had often inspired and even aroused her. But his wanting to know had lately tipped o…

—p.92 Two Hands (85) missing author