the EP - quotes c'td

For echo is the soul of the voice exciting itself in hollow places. A man thought to be sullen and mad had written that sentence, down in an English hospital.

There are betryals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lover enters the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.

A love story is not about those who lose their heart but about those who find that sullen inhabitant who, when it is stumbled upon, means the body can fool no one, can fool nothing-not the wisdom of sleep or the habit of social graces. It is a consuming of oneself and the past.

(Hana)
'Did you hear what i said?'
'No, what was that?'
'I thought. I was going to die. I wanted to die. And I thought if I was going to die I would die with you. Someone liek you, young as I am, I saw so many dying near me in the last year. I didn't feel scared. I certainly wasn't brave just now. I thought to myself, we have this villa this grass, we should have lain down together...'


Hana's father
‘Her father had taught her about hands. About a dog’s paws. Whenever her father was alone with a dog in the house he would lean over and smell the skin at the base of its paw. This, he would say, as if coming away from a brandy snifter, is the greatest smell in the world! A bouquet! Great rumours of travel! She would pretend disgust, but the dog’s paw was a wonder: the smell of it never suggested dirt. It’s a cathedral! her father had said, so-and-so’s garden, that field of grasses, a walk through cyclamen—a concentration of hints of all paths the animal had taken during the day.’


A novel is a mirror walking down the road.


The december ice over the fish pond, the creak of rose trelises. She'll take my wrist at the confluence of veins and guide it onto the hollow indentation at her neck.

'Madox, what is the name of that hollow at the base of a woman's neck? At the front. Here. What is it, does it have an official name? That hollow about the size of an impress of your thumb?'

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作者：Slappujude

hey stick!!!! i remember this paragraph, so vividly!! you ARE INDEED CRAZY, if not as crazy as me. we're doomed to slap our fate and stick with shocking exam scores. yesterday on msn i was asking if you have the EP movie script coz i just downloaded it. if not, i can email.

作者：Stickyjady

I took down The English Patient from my dusty shelf and started reading. I must be crazy. It's 22:39 and the philosophy test is coming in 12 hours time; I have barely read 1 page of notes. I AM crazy these days. Happily, devil-may-care-ly so.

So I traveled towards the desert and wandered in from the edge. Gold everywhere I don't know what to pick. And I picked this one—

‘Her father had taught her about hands. About a dog's paws. Whenever her father was alone with a dog in the house he would lean over and smell the skin at the base of its paw. This, he would say, as if coming away from a brandy snifter, is the greatest smell in the world! A bouquet! Great rumours of travel! She would pretend disgust, but the dog's paw was a wonder: the smell of it never suggested dirt. It's a cathedral! her father had said, so-and-so's garden, that field of grasses, a walk through cyclamen—a concentration of hints of all paths the animal had taken during the day.'

I'll go back to notes reading and rescue myself from total disaster. Going to write and edit with full power from tomorrow night onwards. Ta!