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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.

Source code on GitHub (MIT license).

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7 years, 6 months ago

it's not that linear
Lit

Remember back when I was in school, I finally say into the putty-colored receiver, how you bought all those lunches and theater tickets for me, when I asked how I'd ever pay you back? Remember what you said?

He's too breathless to respond.

You said, _It's not that linear. You're gonna go on t…

—p.362 Lit Being Who You Are Is Not a Disorder (267) by Mary Karr
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7 years, 6 months ago

the most savage scars didn't come from pain

For all the schisms in my upbringing, the most savage scars didn't come from pain. Pain has belief in it. Pain is required, Patti likes to say; suffering is optional. What used to hurt was the vast and wondering doubt that could spread inside me like a desert, the niggling suspicion that none of th…

—p.341 Being Who You Are Is Not a Disorder (267) by Mary Karr
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David of halfway-house fame

Which is my battle cry by the time David of halfway-house fame shows up. He leaves Boston to rent a boxy monk's cell spitting distance from my house. Ponytailed David with his gangster Timberland boots and red bandana holding his head together. Not yet thirty, with the habit of referring to his les…

—p.318 Being Who You Are Is Not a Disorder (267) by Mary Karr
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7 years, 6 months ago

like someody snatched out of the fire

Therapy rescued me in my twenties by taking me inward, leaching off pockets of poison in my head left over from the past. But the spiritual lens--even just the nightly gratitude list and going over each day's actions--is starting to rewrite the story of my life in the present, and I begin to feel l…

—p.304 Being Who You Are Is Not a Disorder (267) by Mary Karr
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of self I had little inspo/interiority

Maybe that time is so blurry to me--more even than my drinking time--because we remember through a filter of self, and of self I had little, having been flattened like a cartoon coyote by an inner anvil. With no self, experience streams past. Time lags until it's sponged up. [...]

—p.259 Self Help (163) by Mary Karr