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).


Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Franz Kafka, Raymond Carver, Mary Karr

reflections or realisations about the self not being the centre of the universe

See, I resent this shit, I say, pressing on the horn, adding, Even the fucking traffic feels orchestrated to fuck me up. Dev needs to eat. You need to get home before dinner curfew or you're grounded.

It's funny, she says, how everybody else is traffic, huh?

—p.244 Self Help (163) by Mary Karr 6 years, 10 months ago

Another thing tormented me in those days: the fact that no one else was like me, and I was like no one else. I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody. And I worried about it.

young CF influenced by this book?

—p.44 On the Occasion of Wet Snow (41) by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 6 years, 10 months ago

[...] while villages come toward us and flash past, while at the same time they turn away into the depths of the country, where for us they must disappear. And yet these villages are inhabited, and there perhaps travelers go from shop to shop.

(the main character, Raban, is a traveling salesman)

—p.68 Wedding Preparations in the Country (55) by Franz Kafka 6 years, 9 months ago

[...] "Once, when I was in high school, a counselor asked me to come to her office. She did it with all the girls, one of us at a time. 'What dreams do you have?' this woman asked me. 'What do you see yourself doing in ten years? Twenty years? I was sixteen or seventeen. I was just a lump. This counselor was about the age I am now. I thought she was old. She's old, I said to myself. I knew her life was half over. And I felt lie I knew something she didn't. Something she'd never know. A secret. Something nobody's supposed to know, or ever talk about. So I stayed quiet. I just shook my head. She must have written me off as a dope. But I couldn't say anything. You know what I mean? I thought I knew things she couldn't guess at. Now, if anybody asked me that question again, about my dreams and all, I'd tell them.


[...] "'I'd say, 'Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.' That's what I'd say." [...]

—p.200 The Bridle (187) by Raymond Carver 4 years, 6 months ago