Dear Followers,
I know I’ve been gone for what seems like an eternity, and I know I never finished the Sound and the Fury quotes (there really are just too many that I love that I just didn’t have time for them all).
So here’s what’s been going on: I worked at a summer camp for the past few months, and I loved it. But I was busy, so I didn’t have a ton of time for reading. But I’m about to start classes in like 7.5 hours, and I’m taking a Beat Generation Writers class this semester (with my favorite professor—the same one who taught my Modern Brit and American class), which is super exciting. So you can expect a lot of Jack Kerouac coming up on this blog.
I’ve also bought a few books on Amazon to read just for fun. A few of them are from the list. One of them might not be on the list (I can’t remember). Anyways, they’ll show up here from time to time as well.
In non-book-related news, I started painting again. Super exciting.
So anywho, I’m back. Book-blogging to recommence soon!
-Amelia
12:32 am • 24 August 2011
“The man that I named the Giver passed along to the boy knowledge, history, memories, color, pain, laughter, love, and truth. Every time you place a book in the hands of a child, you do the same thing. It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere. It gives him choices. It gives him freedom. Those are magnificent, wonderfully unsafe things.”
— —Lois Lowry
(Source: atrocityheard, via e-bethanne)
6:36 pm • 17 June 2011 • 2 notes
running the beast with two backs and she blurred in the winking oars running the swine of Euboeleus running coupled within how many Caddy
… I dont know too many there was something terrible in me terrible in me Father I have committed Have you ever done that We didnt we didnt do that did we do that
—The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
5:24 am • 28 April 2011 • 3 notes
“Then we ran beside the wall, our shadows running along the wall, and after a while we passed apiece of torn newspaper lying beside the road and I began to laugh again. I could feel it in my throat and I looked off into the trees where the afternoon slanted, thinking of afternoon and of the bird and the boys in swimming. But still I couldn’t stop it and then I knew that if I tried too hard to stop it I’d be crying and I thought about how I’d thought about I could not be a virgin, with so many of them walking along in the shadows and whispering with their soft girlvoices lingering in the shadowy places and the words coming out and perfume and eyes you could feel not see, but if it was that simple to do it wouldn’t be anything and if it wasn’t anything, what was I and then Mrs Bland said, “Quentin? Is he sick, Mr MacKenzie?” and then Shreve’s fat hand touched my knee and Spoade began talking and I quit trying to stop it.”
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The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
12:12 am • 28 April 2011
“The sun slanted through to the moss here and there, leveller. “Poor kid, you’re just a girl.” Little flowers grew among the moss, littler than I had ever seen. “You’re just a girl. Poor kid.”
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The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
5:24 am • 22 April 2011
“#ThatAwkwardMomentWhen you’re in love with your sister and she walks in on you trying to lose your virginity to some city girl.”
I hold to use like this I mean I use to hold She stood in the door looking at us her hands on her hips
You pushed me it was your fault it hurt me too
We were dancing sitting down I bet Caddy cant dance sitting down
Stop that stop that
I was just brushing the trash off the back of your dress
You keep your nasty old hands off of me it was your fault you pushed me down I’m mad at you
I dont care she looked at us stay mad she went away We began to hear the shouts, the splashings; I saw a brown body gleam for an instant.
Stay mad. My shirt was getting wet and my hair. Across the roof hearing the roof loud now I could see Natalie going through the garden among the rain. Get wet I hope you catch pneumonia go on home Cowface. I jumped hard as I could into the hogwallow the mud yellowed up to my waist stinking I kept on plunging until I fell down and rolled over in it “Hear them in swimming, sister? I wouldn’t mind doing that myself.” If I had time. When I had time. I could hear my watch. mud was warmer than the rain it smelled awful. She had her back turned I went around in front of her. You know what I was doing? She turned her back I went around in front of her the rain creeping into the mud flatting her bodice through her dress it smelled horrible. I was hugging her that’s what I was doing. She turned her back I went around in front of her. I was hugging her I tell you.
I dont give a damn what you were doing
You dont you dont I’ll make you I’ll make you give a damn. She hit my hands away I smeared mud on her with the other hand I couldn’t feel the wet smacking of her hand I wiped mud from my legs smeared it on her wet hard turning body hearing her fingers going into my face but I couldn’t feel it even when the rain began to taste sweet on my lips
—The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
6:37 pm • 21 April 2011
It’s like dancing sitting down did you ever dance sitting down? We could hear the rain, a rat in the crib, the empty barn vacant with horses. How do you hold to dance do you hold like this
Oh
I used to hold like this you thought I wasn’t strong enough didn’t you
Oh Oh Oh Oh
I hold to use like this I mean did you hear what I said I said
oh oh oh oh
—The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
2:13 pm • 21 April 2011
What did you let him for kiss kiss
I didn’t let him I made him watching me getting mad What do you think of that? Red print of my hand coming up through her face like turning a light on under your hand her eyes going bright.
It’s not for kissing I slapped you. Girl’s elbows at fifteen Father said you swallow like you had a fishbone in your throat what’s the matter with you and Caddy across the table not to look at me. It’s for letting it be some darn town squirt I slapped you you will will you now I guess you say calf rope. My red hand coming up out of her face. What do you think of that scouring her head into the. Grass sticks criss-crossed into the flesh tingling scouring her head. Say calf rope say it
I didn’t kiss a dirty girl like Natalie anyway
—The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
(narrated by Quentin)
9:48 am • 21 April 2011 • 2 notes
