Best of Bokhyllan

Hej pretentiösa bokbloggen! Jag tänkte göra som Ranelid och skänka dig mina vackraste ord. Men inte mina ord, egentligen. Andras ord som jag snubblat på i böcker, som fått mig att haja till. Läsa en gång till. De där orden och meningarna som resonerar hela vägen ner i mina djupaste vrår och stannar kvar där länge. Som en fin tavla, fast med bokstäver och lättare att bära med sig. Varsågod, jag ger dig Carolinas bästa bokcitat:


Ur Maurice av E M Forster
"They were his last words, because Maurice had disappeared thereabouts, leaving no trace of his presence except a little pile of the petals of the evening primrose, which mourned from the ground like an expiring fire. To the end of his life Clive was not sure of the exact moment of departure, and with the approach of old age he grew uncertain whether the moment had yet occurred. The Blue Room would glimmer, ferns undulate. Out of some eternal Cambridge his friend began beckoning to him, clothed in the sun, and shaking out the scents and sounds of the May term."


Ur The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There av Catherynne M Valente
"Hearts are difficult creatures, which is why children are spared the trouble of them. Hearts set about finding other hearts the moment they are born, and between them, they weave nets so frightfully strong and tight that you end up bound forever in hopeless knots, even to the shadow of a beast you knew and loved long ago."


Ur Cloud Atlas av David Mitchell
“Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core. Rome'll decline and fall again, Cortés'll lay Tenochtitlán to waste again, and later, Ewing will sail again, Adrian'll be blown to pieces again, you and I'll sleep under the Corsican stars again, I'll come to Bruges again, fall in and out of love with Eva again, you'll read this letter again, the sun'll grow cold again. Nietzsche's gramophone record. When it ends, the Old One plays it again, for an eternity of eternities.” 


Ur Wide Sargasso Sea av Jean Rhys
“I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.” 


Ur The Princess Bride av William Goldman
“Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.” 

“Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.” 

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Det finns såklart tusen och åter tusen till. Men för att ingen ska somna så får det räcka nu, och för att det alltid måste finnas en bild för alla som hatar bokstäver så avslutar jag med Bruce Springsteen utan tröja: