Saturday, May 1, 2010

an excerpt

I was inside, sitting amongst a stack of CD’s, deciding which one to put on next when James walked in. He stood reading, as visitors often did, the wall we had covered with lyrics. Black biro burned into the greying walls above a sofa bed that nearly every I knew had slept on. Most of it was in my handwriting, but almost unreadable, I had a habit of swirling most of my letters together, making giant loops with the y’s and g’s. People always tried to spot spelling mistakes, or parts of the songs we had misheard, but they were never right, we checked it about a hundred times. At other times they would bring us crumpled pieces of paper with lyrics jotted down for us to write there (which we did without discrimination) - and I was afraid it would grow, tree-like, branches heavy with sadness to take over the walls of the house.

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  1. 生命的意義,是在於活的充實;而不是在於活得長久。 ..................................................

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  2. 婚姻對男人來說是賭他的自由,對女人而言卻是賭她的幸福。..................................................

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  3. 生存乃是不斷地在內心與靈魂交戰;寫作是坐著審判自己。......................................................................

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  4. 當一個人內心能容納兩樣相互衝突的東西,這個人便開始變得有價值了。............................................................

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  5. 愛,拆開來是心和受兩個字。用心去接受對方的一切,用心去愛對方的所有。......................................................................

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