Reading Makes You Smarter
Then I Met You
“I’ve always been afraid to start a family for this reason, Kim. When I joined up I resigned myself to being single. I wasn’t going to be an absent father and husband. Then I met you, and I convinced myself that I could make it work. I told myself that our commitment to each other and to our children would be strong enough to endure any separation. But now I see that I was only being selfish. I was thinking about my happiness, not yours. You deserve someone who can be with you and share the load every day of your life.”
-Mazer Rackham, in Orson Scott Card and Aaron Johnston’s “Earth Afire”
///Then I met you, and I convinced myself that I could make it work. But now I see that I was only being selfish.///
Gratitude
‘Gratitude’ is a euphemism for resentment. Resentment from most people I do not mind—but from pretty little girls it is distasteful.
-Jubal Hershaw, in Robert Heinlein’s “Stranger in a Strange Land”
Nice Setup
“Are you in love with him?”
Jill gasped. “Why, that’s preposterous!”
“Not at all. You’re a girl; he’s a boy—that’s a nice setup.”
-excerpt from Robert Heinlein’s “Stranger in a Strange Land”
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A short story I wrote, as read by my incredible friend Meriem.
The World’s Greatest Lie
At a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That’s the world’s greatest lie.
-The King of Salem, in Paulo Coelho’s “The Alchemist”
Apocalypse
But this is the Apocalypse? Fuck you! It’s always the Apocalypse. The world hasn’t gone to shit. The world is shit.
-excerpt from Jess Walter’s “Don’t Eat Cat”
The Ear Falls in Love Before the Eye
People said ‘Do you rave about one whom you cannot see?’ but I replied, ‘The ear, like the eye, may tell the heart of that which is.’
I am not the first one to be enamored of a maiden, in whose encounter he encounters only a waft of perfume.
O my folk, for my ear has fallen in love with a maiden of the tribe, for sometimes the ear falls in love before the eye.
-excerpt from “Selections from the Poetry of Baššār”
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