Welcome to Bookmarker!

This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading. Currently can only be used by a single user (myself), but I plan to extend it to support multiple users eventually.

Source code on GitHub (MIT license).

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[...] The last horse I'd been on had bitten me constantly. This one just thrust his head rhythmically at the future.

just a cool phrase

—p.10 Another (7) by Dave Eggers 1 year, 6 months ago

[...] The last horse I'd been on had bitten me constantly. This one just thrust his head rhythmically at the future.

just a cool phrase

—p.10 Another (7) by Dave Eggers 1 year, 6 months ago
15

I wanted to know that I wouldn't die like a bug, I said.

Sorry, he said. These men died, were embalmed, and have been stolen. People sold them again and again. Their every effect, their bones, were traded for gold. You'll be no better off.

[...]

If these kings believed, why would they hide themselves in these plain boxes under these heavy stones?

Ah, but they didn't believe, he said.

—p.15 Another (7) by Dave Eggers 1 year, 6 months ago

I wanted to know that I wouldn't die like a bug, I said.

Sorry, he said. These men died, were embalmed, and have been stolen. People sold them again and again. Their every effect, their bones, were traded for gold. You'll be no better off.

[...]

If these kings believed, why would they hide themselves in these plain boxes under these heavy stones?

Ah, but they didn't believe, he said.

—p.15 Another (7) by Dave Eggers 1 year, 6 months ago
18

[...] Why did he feel violated? He felt punched, robbed, raped. If a soldier was killed and mutilated in his own country, this man would not feel this kind of revulsion. He doesn't feel this way when he hears about trains colliding, or a family, in Missouri, drowning in their minivan in a December lake But this, in another part of the world, this soldier dragged from his car, this soldier alone, this dead unbloody body in the dust under the trck--why does it set the man on edge, why does it feel so personal? [...]

relevant to my thoughts about terrorism I guess (also DFW's 9/11 essay). also on national pride and identity, "othering" based on nationality

—p.18 What It Means When a Crowd in a Faraway Nation Takes a Soldier Representing Your Own Nation, Shoots Him, Drags Him from His Vehicle and Then Mutilates Him in the Dust (17) by Dave Eggers 1 year, 6 months ago

[...] Why did he feel violated? He felt punched, robbed, raped. If a soldier was killed and mutilated in his own country, this man would not feel this kind of revulsion. He doesn't feel this way when he hears about trains colliding, or a family, in Missouri, drowning in their minivan in a December lake But this, in another part of the world, this soldier dragged from his car, this soldier alone, this dead unbloody body in the dust under the trck--why does it set the man on edge, why does it feel so personal? [...]

relevant to my thoughts about terrorism I guess (also DFW's 9/11 essay). also on national pride and identity, "othering" based on nationality

—p.18 What It Means When a Crowd in a Faraway Nation Takes a Soldier Representing Your Own Nation, Shoots Him, Drags Him from His Vehicle and Then Mutilates Him in the Dust (17) by Dave Eggers 1 year, 6 months ago
74

[...] Chuck insisted on ending the letter with "I trust that this matter will not present a problem." Every legal letter Chuck writes ends this way. He loses half of his cases.

just funny

—p.74 Climbing to the Window, Pretending to Dance (57) by Dave Eggers 1 year, 6 months ago

[...] Chuck insisted on ending the letter with "I trust that this matter will not present a problem." Every legal letter Chuck writes ends this way. He loses half of his cases.

just funny

—p.74 Climbing to the Window, Pretending to Dance (57) by Dave Eggers 1 year, 6 months ago
101

My mouth dried and I pretended to keep smiling. Why do we pursue information that we know will never leave our heads? I was inviting a permanent, violent guest into my home. He would defecate on my bed. He would shred my clothes, light fires on the walls. I could see him walking up the driveway and I stood at the door, knowing that I'd be a fool to bring him inside. But still I opened the door.

the narrator is on the edge of confirming that the girl he loves had a threesome with his former male coworkers

—p.101 Quiet (85) by Dave Eggers 1 year, 6 months ago

My mouth dried and I pretended to keep smiling. Why do we pursue information that we know will never leave our heads? I was inviting a permanent, violent guest into my home. He would defecate on my bed. He would shred my clothes, light fires on the walls. I could see him walking up the driveway and I stood at the door, knowing that I'd be a fool to bring him inside. But still I opened the door.

the narrator is on the edge of confirming that the girl he loves had a threesome with his former male coworkers

—p.101 Quiet (85) by Dave Eggers 1 year, 6 months ago