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

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the act of writing turns out to be its own reward why/write

[...] Writing has so much to give, so much to teach, so many surprises. The thing you had to force yourself to do - the actual act of writing - turns out to be the best part. It's like discovering that while you thought you needed the tea ceremony for the caffeine, what you really needed was the te…

—p.xxvi Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life by Anne Lamott
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overhead trees wave silvery individual leaves inspo/setting

Thank you, she says.

He starts the car and pulls out of the driveway. His vision has settled, objects have solidified his eyes again, and he can breathe. Overhead trees wave silvery individual leaves in silence.

—p.253 Normal People by Sally Rooney
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buried in the earth of her body inspo/interiority

Marianne leans the whole weight of her body against the door, her hands firmly grasping the handle, eyes screwed shut. From a young age her life has been abnormal, she knows that. But so much is covered over in time now, the way leaves fall and cover a piece of earth, and eventually mingle with the…

—p.241 by Sally Rooney
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buried in the earth of her body inspo/interiority

Marianne leans the whole weight of her body against the door, her hands firmly grasping the handle, eyes screwed shut. From a young age her life has been abnormal, she knows that. But so much is covered over in time now, the way leaves fall and cover a piece of earth, and eventually mingle with the…

—p.241 by Sally Rooney
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life is the thing you bring with you

[...] Well, here I am on the floor, he thought. Is life so much worse here than it would be on the bed, or even in a totally different location? No, life is exactly the same. Life is the thing you bring with you inside your own head. I might as well be lying here, breathing the vile dust of the car…

—p.201 by Sally Rooney