"The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour)."
Nabakov, from Speak, Memory.
Gotta love Nabokov, man. This line really moved me (i.e., gave me that special tingly feeling) when I read it yesterday. As did this one (proving that being Facebook friends with weird people whose only link to you is that they share your last name can sometimes be valuable):
"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."
So good! Augusten Burroughs, apparently. I guess I'll have to pick up some books from him, too.
Note: These two lines alone made up for the entire shitty romance novel I read before bed last night. Although it was the most meta romance novel I've ever read, so I guess that counts for something.
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