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this was one of my favorite books as a kid- in elementary school all the classrooms had bookshelves and in 4th or 5th grade this was one, and I read it a million times.
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this is the dream book/dvd shelf I didn’t know I wanted. someone teach me carpentry so I can make one.
(via djohnstone)
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Interruption-Driven Memory:
We remember only the red traffic lights, never the green ones. The green ones keep us in the flow; the red ones interrupt and annoy us.
Douglas Coupland, Player One
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Fictive Rest:
The common inability of many people to be able to sleep until they have read even the tiniest amount of fiction. Although the element of routine is important at sleep time, reading fiction in bed allows another person’s inner voice to hijack one’s own, thus relaxing and lubricating the brain for sleep cycles. One booby trap, though: Don’t finish your book before you fall asleep. Doing so miraculously keeps your brain whizzing for hours.
Douglas Coupland, Player One
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A Big Little Life - Dean Koontz
if you want to try to understand why I love dogs, why my first golden Luke will always be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and why his death was the worst thing, read this book. he was the male version of Trixie.
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I think that every reader on earth has a list of cherished books as unique as their fingerprints….I think that, as you age, you tend to gravitate towards the classics, but those aren’t the books that give you the same sort of hope for the world that a cherished book does.
Douglas Coupland (via thechocolatebrigade)
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I realize now that by deciding not to do things, I’ve lost millions of threads of chance and opportunity to have new experiences, to meet new people — to be alive, really.
Douglas Coupland - Eleanor Rigby (via trevorlanticism)
(Source: blackoutthesun)
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Life need not be a story, but it does need to be an adventure.
Rachel, Player One (Douglas Coupland)
(Source: sher2win)
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Nothing very, very good and nothing very, very bad lasts for very, very long.
Douglas Coupland, Player One
(Source: amazon.com)
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In this book there’s something called fear landscapes, where you have to face your biggest fears. It’d be cool if that existed, or at least the technology to figure out what they are, because I don’t know what mine would be. Butterflies and snakes but what else?
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We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.
Ursula K. Le Guin (via sitbackandream)
(Source: myquotelibrary, via myquotelibrary)
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Books I’ve read on my Nook since Christmas
- The Hunger Games - Suzanne Collins
- Catching Fire - Suzanne Collins
- Mockingjay - Suzanne Collins
- The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo - Stieg Larsson
- The Girl Who Played With Fire - Stieg Larsson
- The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest - Stieg Larsson
- Impact - Douglas Preston
- Under the Dome - Stephen King
- Crescent Dawn - Clive Cussler
- The Madness of March - Alan Jay Zaremba
- Eating the Dinosaur - Chuck Klosterman
- Bringing Down The House - Ben Mezrich
- Shutter Island - Dennis Lehane
- Bet The House - Richard Roeper
- Spiral - Paul McEuen
- Wicked - Gregory Maguire
- World War Z - Max Brooks
- Assholes Finish First - Tucker Max
- The Passage - Justin Cronin
- Divergent - Veronica Roth
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The room appeared to be filled with long banks of machines, like nothing Peter had ever seen before, with video screens and various buttons and levers and switches. Before each was a stool, presumably where the machines’ operators had sat, performing their unknown function.
Then they saw the [corpses]…. Most were seated around a series of tall tables, their postures grimly comical, as if they’d been overcome in the midst of some desperate private act.
Justin Cronin (The Passage)(Source: enterthepassage.com)
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So perhaps the greatest worry of all was that one day you would realize that all the worries of your life amounted to one thing: the desire to just stop worrying.
Justin Cronin (The Passage)
(Source: enterthepassage.com, via iamchar)
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They had somehow gotten on Las Vegas Boulevard again; a creaking sign, still held aloft on its wires above the street, jostled in the wind. The buildings were larger now, monumental in scope, towering above the roadway with their great ruined faces. Some were burned, empty cages of steel girders, others half-collapsed, their facades fallen away to reveal the honeycombed compartments within, dressed with dripping gardens of wire and cable. They passed beneath signs bearing mysterious names: Mandalay Bay. The Luxor. New York New York.
Justin Cronin (The Passage)
(Source: enterthepassage.com)