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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6 years ago

what was waiting for you after the denim topic/growing-older

Why not someone else? Why not those people tonight? Why not all those people who sail through life free as birds? Why not them instead of Edith?

He moved away from the bedroom door. He thought about going for a walk. But the wind was wild now, and he could hear the branches whining in the birch …

—p.77 What We Talk About When We Talk About Love After the Demin (67) by Raymond Carver
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6 years ago

and people would come to our door

"[...] We were on this little dirt road and it was hot and dusty? We kept going and came to that old house, and you asked if we could have a drink of water? Can you imagine us doing that now? Going up to a house and asking for a drink of water?"

"Those old people must be dead now," she goes, "si…

—p.28 Gazebo (21) by Raymond Carver
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6 years ago

you can't always take the analytical position advice/living inspo/interiority

I closed my eyes. Things and people moved around me, taking positions in obscure hierarchies, participating in systems I didn't know about and never would. A complex network of objects and concepts. You live through certain things before you understand them. You can't always take the analytical pos…

—p.307 Conversations with Friends by Sally Rooney
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6 years ago

if I were the person I wanted to be inspo/interiority

I got up from the bench. It was too cold to sit outside. I wanted to be warm again. Lit from below, empty branches scratched at the sky.

I didn't think it had to be, I said.

You know, you're saying that, but you obviously weren't happy that I loved someone else. It's okay, it doesn't make a b…

—p.305 by Sally Rooney
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6 years ago

I waited for you to call me inspo/dialogue

The restaurants and bars all had miniature Christmas trees and fake sprigs of holly in the windows. A woman went past holding the hand of a tiny blond child who was complaining about the cold.

I waited for you to call me, I said.

Frances, you told me you didn't want to see me any more. I wasn…

—p.300 by Sally Rooney