Bookmarker is a personal project by @dellsystem to help with retaining reading material. Source on GitHub.

Activity

You added a note
6 years, 9 months ago

a little clock radio

A little clock radio.

She hinted around at first. She said, "I'd sure like to have a radio. But I can't afford one. I guess I'll have to wait for my birthday. That little radio I had, it fell and broke. I miss a radio." [...]

Finally - what'd I say? I said to her over the phone that I couldn'…

—p.462 Where I'm Calling From: New and Selected Stories Menudo (454) by Raymond Carver
You added a note
6 years, 9 months ago

if I'm not worth anything to him

She says, After that time, when you went away, nothing much mattered after that. Not the kids, not God, not anything. It was like I didn't know what hit me. It was like I had stopped living. My life had been going along, going along, and then it just stopped. It didn't just come to a stop, it scr…

—p.448 Intimacy (444) by Raymond Carver
You added a note
6 years, 9 months ago

I loved you so much once

She says, I loved you so much once. I loved you to the point of distraction. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you imagine it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can't believe it now. I think that's the strangest thing of all now. T…

—p.446 Intimacy (444) by Raymond Carver
You added a note
6 years, 9 months ago

I'll live through this, too, I guess

[...] She puts an arm around my neck, draws me to her, and then begins to cry. But she stops almost at once and steps back, pushing the heel of her hand against her eyes. "I said I wouldn't do that, and I won't. But let me get a last look at you anyway. I'll miss you, honey," she says. "I'm just go…

—p.422 Boxes (409) by Raymond Carver
You added a note
6 years, 9 months ago

I thought we'd go on picnics and take drives together project/panopticon

"Honey, you can't do anything," she said. "The time for doing anything has come and gone. It's too late to do anything. I wanted to like it here. I thought we'd go on picnics and take drives together. But none of that happened. You're always busy. You're off working, you and Jill. You're never at h…

—p.413 Boxes (409) by Raymond Carver