“If you only read the books that everyone else is 

reading, you can only think what everyone else is

thinking.”

“But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.” 

“Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail. I didn't give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together, and then about myself again. It was the age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, to me. And worse, I was in love. Love with complications. The scenery was the last thing on my mind. Which is why I am writing this book. To think. To understand. It just happens to be the way I'm made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.”

“So I'm not crazy after all! I thought it looked good 

myself once I cut it all off. Not one guy likes it, though. 

They all tell me I look like a first grader or a  

concentration camp survivor. What's this thing that

 guys have for girls with long hair? Fascists, the whole

bunch of them! Why do guys all think girls with long

hair are the classiest, the sweetest, the most

feminine? I mean, I myself know at least two hundred

and fifty unclassy girls with long hair. Really.”  

Labels: Oct2012, Thoughts

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