"She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape." - Michael Ondaatje (The English Patient)
If you hadn't already read so, I'm a bit of a reader. I wish I read more for pleasure now than I do, but schoolwork and work-work take up a lot of my time. Nevertheless, I still read and re-read books all the time. I love to pick up a book that I've already read and added to my library, and open it to a certain section or quote and pick apart every subtlety. Reading is so cathartic for me, but in the weirdest ways.... Every time I read something that sticks with me, I obsess over every part of it. The diction, the semantics, the way it rattles around in my head as I read to myself. I love it.
Here is my favorite bit... similar to the monologue in the film, but not quite identical.
"We die containing the richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography- to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience. All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps"Ah, I couldn't have said it better myself. Truly.