May 29, 2007

"Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, he lost his marvellous sense of unreality and he ended up recommending to all of them that they leave Macondo, that they forget everything he had taught them about the world and the human heart, that they shit on Horace, and that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end"--One Hundred Years of Solitude

Religious inmate: "By turning you in [for doping boxers to fix prison bouts], I'm saving you."

"Not if I save you first!"--Oz

"People in stucco houses shouldn't throw quiche!"--Miami Vice

Dreamed of a preview mentioning the basic plot of the next Harry Potter book.

Saw Bride and Prejudice, a Bollywood version of the Jane Austen book, at the Revue.  The subtitled opening number was great fun (I've never seen choreographers do things like that before!), but then it kinda went downhill.

Dinner was roast pork.

Finished One Hundred Years of Solitude.  It's a book that rewards rereading.