Welcome to Bookmarker!

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

Source code on GitHub (MIT license).

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it would look really sexy

In my stocking was a mechanical claw, placed there by Mark, so I could reach things from my lying-down position on the couch, which I remained in for most of the holiday. At the bottom of my stocking I found, wrapped in tissue paper, three miniature figures of Alice, the White Knight, and Humpty Du…

—p.58 Run Towards the Danger: Confrontations with a Body of Memory Alice, Collapsing (5) by Sarah Polley
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something tremendously sad about being a pedophile

Recently, when I described this moment in the play to my therapist and the scenes of Dodgson’s rejection by Alice in Dreamchild, I tried hard to talk about my anger at being made to feel sad for the grown man instead of for the child, but all that came out of me was the sadness itself, a sadness so…

—p.47 Alice, Collapsing (5) by Sarah Polley
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how ya gonna keep ’em down on the farm

On a visit home one weekend shortly after I had moved out, I found a half-written letter to his sister Janet in England. He wrote that a mammal’s purpose in life was to bear and raise their young. Now that I was gone, his life had no purpose. He’d thought he would have a few more years left of purp…

—p.47 Alice, Collapsing (5) by Sarah Polley
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my dad left chicken pot pies on the stovetop

Now, when I said goodbye to the White Knight in that penultimate scene, I could not stop the tears from flooding down my face as I said “I hope it encouraged him.” I watched him, losing his things out of the hole in his sack, as he trotted on alone, unawares. I wished there was something I could do…

—p.45 Alice, Collapsing (5) by Sarah Polley
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we would sleep on the floor together

On my days off, I took the train to Toronto to see Corey. We had a place together in the Gay Village, a sixth-floor boxy apartment with little light in a 1960s high-rise. It had no furniture. We would sleep on the floor together, our possessions limited to two little candle holders with cut-outs in…

—p.39 Alice, Collapsing (5) by Sarah Polley