Read

I can do anything but read. It's not a big deal, this book, but has small things to tell. Anne Rice raped me with every scene, with every small thing described, with every feeling. This is not so bright. It has only small parts, which make me shiver. I'm trying to find them. It is amusing to. Somehow everything turns out almost good. And when it's like heaven something happens. It's just as life. It makes me wonder about myself, makes me want to try one more time. Maybe this will gather my peaces in one whole after all.

"Life sucks, and then you die." Stephenie Meyer

I am

out of service for the moment. Check on later. Maybe the mechanic will come in the mean time.

Diagnostic:
"I was like a lost moon-my planet destroyed in some cataclysmic, disaster-that continued, nevertheless, to circle in a tight little orbit around the empty space left behind, ignoring the laws of gravity." - Stephenie Meyer

Interesting idea

"I clung to the parts I couldn't have imagined — like his smell. I was sure I could never have dreamed that up on my own."

Stephenie Meyer - Twilight

Can you invent a smell, I mean a totally new one?

Something else from the same book:

"Do my questions bother you?" I asked, relieved.
"Not as much as your reactions do."

I've been rude some days ago. I've put some questions I shouldn't. And I just kept on with them. The situation was something like described here, but I just didn't realized in time. I'm sorry now, but it doesn't change the fact. I hate myself for being impatient like that. I always try to be perceptive, and when I fail it's something like self destruction.

And a semi-joke now: "Every father's dream, that his daughter will be out of the house before the hormones kick in."

Izelítő

Szerelmes lettem ebbe a részbe. Abba, ahogy Lestát képes, az írónő képes, látni a művészetet, a zenét, a színházat, a cirkuszt. Egy hívő és egy hitetlen vitája. Csak éppen nem tudom eldönteni, melyik másik.

"You make life when you play." I said. "You create something from nothing. You make something good happen. And that is blessed to me."
"I make music and it makes me happy, " he said. "What is blessed or good about that?"
I waved it away as I always did his cynicism now.
"I've lived all these years among those who create nothing and change nothing." I said. "Actors and musicians, they're saints to me."
"Saints?" he asked. "Blessedness? Goodness? Lestat, your language baffles me."
I smiled and shook my head.
"You don't understand. I'm speaking of the character of human beings, not what they believe in. I'm speaking of those who won't accept a useless lie, just because they were born to it. I mean those who would be something better. They work, they sacrifice, they do things. . ."
He was moved by this, and I was a little surprised that I'd said it. Yet I felt I had hurt him somehow.
"There is blessedness in that." I said. "There's sanctity. And God or no God, there is goodness in it. I know this the way I know the mountains are out there, that the stars shine."
[...]
"Now, how could it not have been good," I asked, "to give and receive such happiness? We brought to life that town when we put on our play. Magic, I tell you. It could heal the sick, it could."
He shook his head. And I knew there were things he wanted to say which out of
respect for me he was leaving to silence.
"You don't understand, do you?" I asked.
"Lestat, sin always feels good." he said gravely. "Don't you see that? Why do you think the Church has always condemned the players? It was from Dionysus, the wine god, that the theater came. You can read that in Aristotle. And Dionysus was a god that drove men to debauchery. [...]"

Anne Rice - The Vampire Chronicles - The Vampire Lestat