Welcome to Bookmarker!

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).

18

Then, as if breathing, the sea swelled beneath us. If you must know anything, know that the hardest task is to live only once. That a woman on a sinking ship becomes a life raft—no matter how soft her skin. While I slept, he burned his last violin to keep my feet warm. He lay beside me and placed a word on the nape of my neck, where it melted into a bead of whiskey. Gold rust down my back. We had been sailing for months. Salt in our sentences. We had been sailing—but the edge of the world was nowhere in sight.

"salt in our sentences" is astoundingly good

—p.18 Immigrant Haibun (18) by Ocean Vuong 1 year, 3 months ago

Then, as if breathing, the sea swelled beneath us. If you must know anything, know that the hardest task is to live only once. That a woman on a sinking ship becomes a life raft—no matter how soft her skin. While I slept, he burned his last violin to keep my feet warm. He lay beside me and placed a word on the nape of my neck, where it melted into a bead of whiskey. Gold rust down my back. We had been sailing for months. Salt in our sentences. We had been sailing—but the edge of the world was nowhere in sight.

"salt in our sentences" is astoundingly good

—p.18 Immigrant Haibun (18) by Ocean Vuong 1 year, 3 months ago
20

The fog lifts. And we see it. The horizon—suddenly gone. An aqua sheen leading to the hard drop. Clean and merciful—just like he wanted. Just like the fairy tales. The one where the book closes and turns to laughter in our laps. I pull the mast to full sail. He throws my name into the air. I watch the syllables crumble into pebbles across the deck.

wow

—p.20 Immigrant Haibun (18) by Ocean Vuong 1 year, 3 months ago

The fog lifts. And we see it. The horizon—suddenly gone. An aqua sheen leading to the hard drop. Clean and merciful—just like he wanted. Just like the fairy tales. The one where the book closes and turns to laughter in our laps. I pull the mast to full sail. He throws my name into the air. I watch the syllables crumble into pebbles across the deck.

wow

—p.20 Immigrant Haibun (18) by Ocean Vuong 1 year, 3 months ago
49

Dusk: a blade of honey between our shadows, draining.

—p.49 On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (49) by Ocean Vuong 1 year, 3 months ago

Dusk: a blade of honey between our shadows, draining.

—p.49 On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (49) by Ocean Vuong 1 year, 3 months ago
58

[...] So you take the knife to the wall instead. You carve & carve until a coin of light appears & you get to look in, at last, on happiness. The eye staring back from the other side— waiting.

damn i like this

—p.58 Torso of Air (58) by Ocean Vuong 1 year, 3 months ago

[...] So you take the knife to the wall instead. You carve & carve until a coin of light appears & you get to look in, at last, on happiness. The eye staring back from the other side— waiting.

damn i like this

—p.58 Torso of Air (58) by Ocean Vuong 1 year, 3 months ago
79

[...] The most beautiful part of your body is where it’s headed. & remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world. Here’s the room with everyone in it. Your dead friends passing through you like wind through a wind chime. [...]

—p.79 Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong (78) by Ocean Vuong 1 year, 3 months ago

[...] The most beautiful part of your body is where it’s headed. & remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world. Here’s the room with everyone in it. Your dead friends passing through you like wind through a wind chime. [...]

—p.79 Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong (78) by Ocean Vuong 1 year, 3 months ago