Sunday, September 25, 2011

Quote Whore Sunday

Okay, so truth be told, I'm a complete and total quote whore. I love quotes. I used to keep them on little tiny index cards in my wallet until it stopped closing. I have quotes written all over the mirror in my room, and the only piece of art in my room made my me is a watercolor Vonnegut quote. I'm picky about "discovering" my own quotes. If I hear a quote I like, I'll read the whole book so I can "find" that quote myself. I don't like inspirational or spoken or cliche quotes. I like my quotes to be underlined in a novel I've read. So maybe I'm just a literature quote whore.
Another truth be told, I've always wished I had a blog tradition - something I blogged every week like "wordless Wednesday" or "cookie Friday" or whatever it be.
That being said, I don't take myself that seriously.
So, on that note, I'd like to introduce to you Quote Whore Sunday! Where we rejoice in the fact that I whore myself out to quotes and enjoy the irreverence of placing the words "whore" and "Sunday" next to each other.

To kick things off, here's a quote from my very favorite book in the whole wide world, East of Eden, by my favorite author in the whole wide world, John Steinbeck (I also call myself a Steinbeck whore).

Samuel Hamilton is the only character in literature who makes me cry every time he dies. (This is possibly because Larry from The Razor's Edge doesn't die. Side note: I really want to reread The Razor's Edge, but I love it so much right now, and I'm terrified that if I read it again it won't make me feel as much as it did the first time and my heart will be broken). Sam dies half-way through the book, and I always end up asking myself "how can I read the next half of the book knowing that Sam won't be in it?" It usually takes me a few days or hours until I can pick up the book again and move on. And I miss him through the next three hundred pages. I feel his absence like I feel the absence of music when I'm driving my car in silence.

Here's the quote that encompasses Sam:
"I'm having enjoyment. And I made a promise to myself that I would not consider enjoyment a sin. I take a pleasure into inquiring into things. I've never been content to pass a stone without looking under it. And it is a black disappointment to me that I can never see the far side of the moon."

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