One of my all time favorite authors is Nick Hornby. His prose is just brilliant. The kinds of passages that you want to grab the nearest pen and underline to share with everyone you ever meet. So I thought I would share a few of those goodies here.
“People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands – literally thousands – of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.”- High Fidelity
“Have you got any soul?” a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I’ve got loads, too much, more than I can handle. I wish I could spread it a bit more evenly, I want to tell her, get a better balance, but I can’t seem to get it sorted. I can see she wouldn’t be interested in my internal stock control problems though, so I simply point to where I keep the soul I have, right by the exit, just next to the blues.” High Fidelity (although the book is so British, I can’t help but always picture a sad-eyed John Cusak with floppy hair).
“All the books we own, both read and unread, are the fullest expression of self we have at our disposal. … But with each passing year, and with each whimsical purchase, our libraries become more and more able to articulate who we are, whether we read the books or not.” The Polysyllabic Spree
I apologize for the lack of pictures today, but between my super old Mac, WordPress, and the magic that is TimeWarner’s internet, it is just not happening. Have a good weekend!