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This is to break in a brand new category on my blog: Quotes!

I love quotes, from movies, books, people… Always have, always will.

The first version of my diploma thesis was studded with quotes (one referencing the contents of each chapter) when I first gave it to my tutor to check it out before I submitted it. She very gently told me to rid it of all the un-scientific, if well-fitting, sayings, and print out a copy for myself including the bon mots, if I needed to for my own peace of mind. I did. And so I did. But it was really good advice on her part. Sometimes you just have to separate your passions from one another.

Anyway.

Do you have a quote-book? A small (or huge) journal where you jot down lines from books you find particularly touching, funny, or personally fitting? I do. The Best Housemate of Them All turned me on to it way back when. I still write down passages from books, movie quotes, or things people say, in this journal, even if I read them online or on my kindle. I’m very old-school that way.

The first book I wrote down quotes from was Life After God, which I read when I was holed up in a youth hostel in Mission Beach. A very kind Scottish girl whom, for the life of me, I could not understand, gave it to me when she was finished with it. It was a very good read, and definitely very quotable.

This quote is a little dark, when you think about it. Especially if you’re past 30, like I am… Well, I don’t believe everything I read, and this paragraph is insanely funny as well as dark, so here it is for your reading pleasure. It’s on page 38 (in my copy anyway. Results may vary).

I believe that you’ve had most of your important memories by the time you’re thirty. After that, memory becomes water overflowing in an already full cup. New experiences just don’t register in the same way or with the same impact.

I could be shooting heroin with the Princess of Wales, naked in a crashing jet, and the experience still couldn’t compare to the time the cops chased us after we threw the Taylor’s patio furniture into their pool in the eleventh grade.

You know what I mean.

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