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

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I am being transported in a large aeroplane

I am being transported in a large aeroplane and am the only passenger. The plane takes off from the runway but can’t gain height, so is roaring along wide streets, keeping at the height of the top floors of the buildings. I can see through the windows, people moving, gesticulating, the day heavy an…

—p.174 The Magic Lantern by Ingmar Bergman
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we all carry a god within us topic/growing-older

In my desperation, I decide to make a short speech to the assembled personnel. I want to say that I have worked in films for forty years that I have made forty-five films and I am seeking new ways and want to renew my imagery. One must constantly question one’s results. I want to state that I have …

—p.173 by Ingmar Bergman
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which never leave the projector of the soul for/pq project/stunt-story

I didn’t know what was happening. Gun was four months’ pregnant. I behaved like a jealous child. She was alone, deserted. There are moving pictures with sound and light which never leave the projector of the soul but run in loops throughout life with unchanging sharpness, unchanging objective clari…

—p.168 by Ingmar Bergman
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Moliere stepped into my heart

Greatest of all was discovering Moliere. I had plodded through some of his plays in history of literature seminars, but had understood nothing and considered him musty and unexciting.

So now the village genius from Sweden was sitting at the Comedie Franchise watching The Misanthrope in a youthfu…

—p.163 by Ingmar Bergman
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my treachery existed somewhere in a mist for/pq-maybe project/secret-life topic/infidelity

I had my thirty-first birthday during that summer of 1949. Hitherto I had worked hard and relentlessly in my profession. So coming to this autumn warm Paris was an experience which had the effect of knocking down barriers. Love had both time and opportunity to grow freely, opening closed rooms and …

—p.162 by Ingmar Bergman