No one belongs here more then you - Miranda July

A friend recommended me "No one belongs here more then you". I don't read enough of short stories. I've never seen or read anything that Miranda July has done or been in, so I gave it a shot and found these quotes (so far).

One reason Helena and I would never be close friends is that I am about half as tall as she. People tend to stick to their own size group because it's easier on the neck. Unless they are romantically involved, in which case the size difference is sexy. It means: I am willing to go the distance for you.

This is my problem in life, I rush through it, like I'm being chased. Even things whose whole point is slowness, like drinking relaxing tea. When I drink relaxing tea, I suck it down as if I'm in a contest for who can drink relaxing tea the quickest. Or if I'm in a hot tub with some other people and we're all looking up at the stars, I'll be the first to say, It's so beautiful here. The sooner you say, It's beautiful here, the quicker you can say, Wow, I'm getting overheated.

The Road to Oz - L. Frank Baum

Sometimes I have to buy the e-book even if I all ready have the printed book, so I can carry it with me in my Kindle. And when I got the 15 books about Oz by L. Frank Baum for 0.99$ it's a given. (The 15 Oz books in print is really long and does not fit in my jacket pocket)

I love reading about Oz and I'm always smile while reading about the adventures in the magical land. The first two books are also full of memories for me. This, The Road to Oz, I haven't read before but I love it and I more then glad that I have 10 more books about Oz.

The Oz books are also the kind of books you can read in different ages and see new things in an other light. And the language is wonderful. I can't believe at times that the books where written in the beginning of the nineteenhundreds.

The highlights I made while reading is all about roads and money. I like the shaggy man quite a lot.

"Of course not. I wanted you to show me the road, so I shouldn't go there by mistake."

"Oh! Where DO you want to go, then?"

"I'm not particular, miss."

This answer astonished the little girl; and it made her provoked, too, to think she had taken all this trouble for nothing.

"There are a good many roads here", observed the shaggy man, turning slowly around, like a human windmill.

"Seems to me a person could go 'most anywhere, for this place."

"Roads," observed the shaggy man, "don't go anywhere. They stay in one place, so that folks can walk on them."

"Money," declared the shaggy man, "makes people proud and haughty. I don't want to be proud and haughty. All I want is to have people love me; and as long as I own the Love Magnet, everyone I meet is sure to love me dearly." (Oz-wiki)

"It must have cost a lot of money," remarked the shaggy man.

"Money! Money in Oz!" cried the Tin Woodman. "What a queer idea! Did you suppose we are so vulgar as to use money here?"

"Why not?" asked the shaggy man.

"If we used money to buy things with, instead of love and kindness and the desire to please one another, then we should be no better then the rest of the world," declared the Tin Woodman. "Fortunately money is not known in the Land of Oz at all. We have no rich, and no poor; for what one wishes the other all try to give him, in order to make him happy, and no one in all Oz cares to have more then he can use."

"Good!" cried the shaggy man, greatly pleased to hear this. "I also despise money--a man in Butterfield owes me fifteen cents, and I will not take it from him. The Land of Oz is surely the most favored land in all the world, and its people the happiest. I should like to live here forever."

"You have some queer friends, Dorothy," she said.

"The queerness doesn't matter so long as they're friends," was the answer.

The Blind Assassin - Margaret Atwood (2)

Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.

I listened humbly resentfully. I knew I did not have charm. Neither Laura nor I had it. We were too secretive for charm, or else too blunt. We'd never learned it, because Reenie had spoiled us. She felt who we were ought to be enough for anybody.

I wonder which is preferable - to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or t0 have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you're depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin - everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone - and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?

Fireworks - The Whitest Boy Alive

I'm addicted to the band The Whitest Boy Alive and Fireworks is one of my favorite songs of them. Listen to it here.

You keep your cards so close to your chest

You're making me confused

It's hidden deep what you need to address

If you want it to resume

Aching and longing never ending fireworks

Let it be, let it be, let it be oh baby let it hurt

The heat is on for the action to speed up and tension to ease

We could keep talking but only be certain through physical means

Patience is just another word for getting old

Resolution just as impossible as letting go

Is there a hint of a vulnerable you there a drift in your eyes

Could it be that the sharp and the blunt side have shifted this time

I wanted you, you wanted me but he was there

Now let it be, let it be, let it be oh baby let it bare

The Blind Assassin - Margaret Atwood

I have a couple of pages left of the thick book that is "The Blind Assassin" and many quotes that will turn up on this blog soon enough.

Here is one.

She'll live on apples and soda crackers, on cups of tea and glasses of milk. Cans of baked beans and corned beef. Also on fried eggs when available, and slices of toast, which she'll eat at the corner café where the newsboys and early drunks also eat. Veterans will eat there too, more and more of them as the months go past: men missing hands, arms, legs, ears, eyes. She'll wish to talk with them, but she won't because any interest from her would be sure to be misunderstood. Her body as usual would get in the way of free speech. Therefore she will only eavesdrop.

I Wonder Who Is Like This One - Hello Saferide

I'm going to post a whole song lyric for the first time on this blog.

I think it's a great song. Listen to it here.

People are like songs, it’s true

Some seem dull at first but then they grow on you

Me, I’m like ”Can’t get you out of my head”

Annoying at times, but I make you wanna dance

But you are the only one I’ve met who’s ”God only knows”

I liked you the first time I met you

And it grows and grows and grows

People are like songs, I swear

Some found you as a child and still they're always there

A boy that I knew was "Anarchy in the UK"

Burned out too quickly but in such a beautiful way

And you are the only one I've met who's "God Only Knows"

Such a well thought out plan but with harmonies that flow

People are like songs, I've been told

Some claim your ears but never hear a story unfold

"Radio Gaga" or "Your High School Friends"

Reminds you of things when you were someone else

And "God only knows" and you paired up as two

As the turn of the seasons you come and go

I can never claim control of either of you

You're too sweet to be just mine alone

And I try to stay humble over the fact that

Sometimes when the time is right you will pass my door

The crescendo comes and

And "God Only Knows", and you have the one sad similarity

That every time it's over I want to press play again

But the only difference appears to be

I can force it on one of you and on the other I can't

The Courios Incident of the Dog at Night-time - Mark Haddon

I heard great things about The Courios Incident of the Dog at Night-time of Mark Haddon from everyone I know that has read it. And so many different people with different taste in literature all liked the book. So I bought it and spent a day reading it. I loved it. And the quotes are quite long.

This is another reason why I don't like proper novels, because they are lies about things which didn't happen and they make me feel shaky and scared.

And this is why everything I have written here is true.

Siobhan also says that if you close your mouth and breathe out loudly through your nose it can mean that you are relaxed, or that you are bored, or that you are angry and it all depends on how much air comes out of your nose and how fast and what shape your mouth is when you do it and how you are sitting and what you just said before and hundreds of other things which are too complicated to work out in a few seconds.

Between the roof of the shed and the big plant that hangs over the fence from the house next door I could see the constellation Orion. People say that Orion is called Orion because Orion was a hunter and the constellation looks like a hunter with a club and a bow and arrow, like this:

But this is really silly because it is just stars, and you could join up the dots in any way you wanted, and you could make it look like a lady with an umbrella who is waving, or the coffeemaker which Mrs. Shears has, which is from Italy, with a handle and steam coming out, or like a dinosaur.

And there aren't any lines in space, so you could join bits of Orion to bits of Lepus or Taurus or Gemini and say that they were a constellation called the Bunch of Grapes or Jesus or the Bicycle (except that they didn't have bicycles in Roman and Greek times, which was when they called Orion Orion). And anyway, Orion is not a hunter or a coffeemaker or a dinosaur. It is just Betelgeuse and Bellatrix and Alnilam and Rigel and 17 other stars I don't know the names of. And they are nuclear explosions billions of miles away. And that is the truth.

I am Legend - Richard Matheson.

I read this book during Christmas in my parents home in Sweden. I didn't know so much about it, except the crappy trailer I've seen for the movie (that I haven't and don't want to watch).

I said to myself, I'm just going to see what this book is and see if I want to finish it. I stayed up until my eyes couldn't stay open anymore and had a book hungover the next day at the breakfast table. My parents just laughed when I explained it.

A vampire book and I still highlighted quotes about love.

To die, he thought, never knowing the fierce joy and attendant comfort of a loved one's embrace. To sink into that hideous come, to sink them into death and, perhaps, return to sterile, awful wanderings. All without knowing what is was to love and be loved.

That was a tragedy more terrible then becoming a vampire.

Forgive me, too. I didn't mean to hit you, it nearly killed me to do it. But I was so frigtened of what you'd do when you found out. Forgive me for having to lie to you about so many thing.

But believe this:

When we were together in the darkness, close to each other, I wasn't spying on you.

I was loving you.

Pomes (Series one) by Emily Dickinson.

VI

If you can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life from aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

Pomes (Series one) by Emily Dickinson

Sometimes I read poems. I read Dickinson a time ago.

Our share of night to bear,

Our share of morning,

Our blank in bliss to fill,

Our blank in scorning.

Here a star, and there a star,

Some lose their way.

Here a mist, and there a mist,

Afterwards - day!

James an the Giant Peach.

A childrens classic I would say. Some small words in Dahl's writing always make me smile.

'Poor Earthworm', the Ladybird said, whispering in James's ear. 'He loves to make everything into a disaster. He hates being happy. He is only happy when he is gloomy. Now isn't that odd? But then, I suppose just being an Earthworm is enough to make a person pretty gloomy, don't you agree?'

'Poppycock!'

(just because it sounds fun when you say it)

I Am the Messenger - Markus Zusak.

I have quite many quotes from that book so here is a few.

"Yeah, I wouldn't have a clue about all that orgasm shit, ay. I'm okay at everything else, but when it come to that part I wouldn't have a clue."

"Beautiful women are the torment of my existence."

"I've read Ulysses, for God's sake, and half the works of Shakespeare. But I'm still hopeless, useless, and practically pointless."

"I can see she could never really see herself with me. Yet she's still done it with others who are pretty much the same. Sometimes I can't bring myself to think about it. Thinking about what they've done and how it feels and how she likes me too much to consider me. Even though I know. It isn't just sex I want from her. I'd want to feel myself mold with her, just for a moment, if that's all I'm allowed. She smiles at me when she wins a round, and I smile back. Want me, I beg, but nothing comes."

"You're a weird-shit magnet."

"Everybody's going. Families. Drunks. Complete bastards. Atheists. Satanists. Local gothics. Everyone. Free beer will do that. You can count on it. It's safe as houses."

Words I like.

Welcome!

This blogg will be all about the words I like.

Mostly from books but also from songs or people that I talk to.

Let's begin.