#camp

Does your family play games, too?" She tries to sound off-hand. "No. Just me - and my brother." Which means her parents are in the casinos, then, leaving this kid in a collapsing mine. Okay, a virtual one, but still. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#kavi #nenia-campbell #vol #family

And loving a new person might even eventually dull the pain of having lost the people you have loved before, even if it didn't happen as quickly as you wanted it to. (p 99) ↗

— Bonnie Jo Campbell

#love #once-upon-a-river #love

There is right and there is wrong, I have NEVER been wrong. ↗

— John Waters

#filth #humor #humor

I felt very close to God.... My friends say that's because I was always on my knees. ↗

— Armistead Maupin

#gay #humor #innuendo #humor

My wish for you... is that your skeptic-eclectic brain be flooded with the light of truth. ↗

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

#prisoner #russian #zek #skepticism

Far away, I can hear Mouflon, our last sheep, bleating in the dark. I wonder if Annie is still out to protect her, still scouring the woods in barefoot pursuit of those dogs. I feel sorry for Annie, alone with a rabid pack of her own delusions. I feel sorrier for Mouflon. She's alone with Annie. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #sleep-away-camp #home

Was it a camp?" Daniel asked. Sean nodded. "A naturist camp." "Maya will feel right at home", Corey said from his spot on a wooden lawn chair. Daniel sputtered a laugh and Sean tried to hide his. "Naturist, not naturalist," I said. "It means nudist." Corey leaped up and spun. "You mean old, naked butts sat on those chairs? ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#humor-funny #home

On page 607, alluding to the end of my first marriage (and carefully remembering to state that that's none of his business), he very sweetly says that I 'might leave a wife, but not a friend.' Nice try. Neat smear. But he shouldn't be so sure.... ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#friends #marriage #sidney-blumenthal #smear-campaign #wives

With a combination of proper lighting and climate control he managed to achieve a different ecological niche in each gallery. In the African section, where the imbrications of Augustine, Mafouz and Okri lay decomposing, he grew sorghum and Dioscorea yams. In the Chinese gallery where the Tao Te Ching and countless Confucian annotations moldered, he grew rice, crab apples and barley. Over the poems of Neruda and Borges himself, he grew potatoes. Each plant in this new Eden he lovingly tainted with the virus of civilization - from the short story "Resurrection ↗

— Victor Fernando R. Ocampo

#love

I'm not talking about YOUR book now, but look at how many books have already been written about the Holocaust. What's the point? People haven't changed... Maybe they need a newer, bigger Holocaust. ↗

— Art Spiegelman

#holocaust #jews #ww-ii #art