The Story Behind Fragile Creatures
Book IX
Book IX

2018

"How can I live without thee, how forgo
Thy sweet converse and love so dearly joined,
To live again in these wild woods forlorn?

Should God create another Eve, and I
Another rib afford, yet loss of thee
Would never from my heart; no no, I feel
The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh,
Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state
Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe."

-Paradise Lost, by John Milton

Track 7
Track 7

2018

"Call in your royal heart—
Tell it bravery can never be measured by a lack of fear…

It takes guts to tremble,
It takes so much tremble to love…

I intend to leave this life so shattered
There better be a thousand separate heavens
For all of my flying parts…

Baby, throw me—
Throw me as far as I can go,
I don't want to leave this life
Without ever having come home…

And I want to come home to you.”

-Royal Heart, by Andrea Gibson

Part II
Part II

2018

"For a minute or two I stood there transfixed, inhaling huge breaths of sea air and watching the water churn by the side of the ship in billowy foam that shone with unearthly whiteness… I know, Homer, that you don’t believe in God, and I don’t want to bore you with an account of the emotions that surged through my head, or rather, as it seemed, through the blood and fibers of my entire body. But I want to have a record of what I felt… My mind expanded to the outer limits of human thought, to the edges of that ultimate mystery, the mystery of being, the mystery of why anything should exist at all. At the same time, and this is the curious thing, I was aware of that mystery in such a way that there was not the slightest trace of anxiety or dread. There was no fear of God or death. There was only a calm acceptance. I accepted the unbelievable fact that here was a universe. And here was I, miraculously alive in it, conscious of it, conscious of my being conscious of it, and grateful for the privilege of existing.”

-The Flight of Peter Fromm, by Martin Gardner

1914
1914

2018

"And on a day we meet to walk the line,
And set the wall between us once again…
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbors?…
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down’…
I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees…
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’"

-Mending Wall, by Robert Frost

Page 161
Page 161

2018

"And later, after hiding in the latrine from the boys, I’d take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was. There’d be my face in the mirror… and I’d think, That ain’t me, that ain’t my face. It wasn’t even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn’t even really me then; I was just being the way I looked, the way people wanted. It don’t seem like I ever been me."

-One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, by Ken Kesey

1920
1920

2018

"In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time…
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
There will be time to murder and create
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate…
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions…
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, 'Do I dare?' and, 'Do I dare?'
Time to turn back and descend the stair…
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse
For I have known them all already
Known the evenings, mornings, afternoons
I have measured my life in coffee spoons…

So, how should I presume?”

-The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Elliot

1:12:49
1:12:49

2018

“I know there’s no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don’t care— I am me. My name is Valerie. I don’t think I’ll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life… I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch but one. An inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you… I love you. With all my heart. I love you.”

-Valerie, V for Vendetta

Asteroid B-612
Asteroid B-612

2018

"I ought not to have listened to her… One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace… The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent. But I was too young to know how to love her…”

-The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Chapter 11
Chapter 11

2018

"It was raining like hell and we were out on her porch, and all of a sudden this booze hound her mother was married to came out on the porch and asked Jane if there were any cigarettes in the house. I didn't know him too well or anything, but he looked like the kind of guy that wouldn't talk to you much unless he wanted something off you. He had a lousy personality. Anyway, old Jane wouldn't answer him when he asked her if she knew where there was any cigarettes. So the guy asked her again, but she still wouldn't answer him. She didn't even look up from the game. Finally the guy went inside the house. When he did, I asked Jane what the hell was going on. She wouldn't even answer me, then. She made out like she was concentrating on her next move in the game and all. Then all of a sudden, this tear plopped down on the checkerboard. On one of the red squares—boy, I can still see it. She just rubbed it into the board with her finger. I don't know why, but it bothered hell out of me."

-The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger

January 9, 2010
January 9, 2010

2018

"For this is yours
Make my words worth something
Make this more than just another poem that I write
More than just another night that sits heavy about us all
Walk into it, breathe it in
Let it crash through the halls of your arms
Like the millions of years, the millions of poets
Coursing like blood
Pumping and pushing, making you live
Shaking the dust

So when the world knocks at your front door
Clutch the knob tightly, and open on up
Run forward and far into its wide spread greeting arms
With your hands before you
Fingertips trembling,
Though they may be”

-Shake the Dust, by Anis Mojgani

The Story Behind Fragile Creatures
Book IX
Track 7
Part II
1914
Page 161
1920
1:12:49
Asteroid B-612
Chapter 11
January 9, 2010
The Story Behind Fragile Creatures
Book IX

2018

"How can I live without thee, how forgo
Thy sweet converse and love so dearly joined,
To live again in these wild woods forlorn?

Should God create another Eve, and I
Another rib afford, yet loss of thee
Would never from my heart; no no, I feel
The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh,
Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state
Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe."

-Paradise Lost, by John Milton

Track 7

2018

"Call in your royal heart—
Tell it bravery can never be measured by a lack of fear…

It takes guts to tremble,
It takes so much tremble to love…

I intend to leave this life so shattered
There better be a thousand separate heavens
For all of my flying parts…

Baby, throw me—
Throw me as far as I can go,
I don't want to leave this life
Without ever having come home…

And I want to come home to you.”

-Royal Heart, by Andrea Gibson

Part II

2018

"For a minute or two I stood there transfixed, inhaling huge breaths of sea air and watching the water churn by the side of the ship in billowy foam that shone with unearthly whiteness… I know, Homer, that you don’t believe in God, and I don’t want to bore you with an account of the emotions that surged through my head, or rather, as it seemed, through the blood and fibers of my entire body. But I want to have a record of what I felt… My mind expanded to the outer limits of human thought, to the edges of that ultimate mystery, the mystery of being, the mystery of why anything should exist at all. At the same time, and this is the curious thing, I was aware of that mystery in such a way that there was not the slightest trace of anxiety or dread. There was no fear of God or death. There was only a calm acceptance. I accepted the unbelievable fact that here was a universe. And here was I, miraculously alive in it, conscious of it, conscious of my being conscious of it, and grateful for the privilege of existing.”

-The Flight of Peter Fromm, by Martin Gardner

1914

2018

"And on a day we meet to walk the line,
And set the wall between us once again…
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbors?…
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down’…
I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees…
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’"

-Mending Wall, by Robert Frost

Page 161

2018

"And later, after hiding in the latrine from the boys, I’d take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was. There’d be my face in the mirror… and I’d think, That ain’t me, that ain’t my face. It wasn’t even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn’t even really me then; I was just being the way I looked, the way people wanted. It don’t seem like I ever been me."

-One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, by Ken Kesey

1920

2018

"In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time…
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
There will be time to murder and create
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate…
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions…
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, 'Do I dare?' and, 'Do I dare?'
Time to turn back and descend the stair…
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse
For I have known them all already
Known the evenings, mornings, afternoons
I have measured my life in coffee spoons…

So, how should I presume?”

-The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Elliot

1:12:49

2018

“I know there’s no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don’t care— I am me. My name is Valerie. I don’t think I’ll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life… I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch but one. An inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you… I love you. With all my heart. I love you.”

-Valerie, V for Vendetta

Asteroid B-612

2018

"I ought not to have listened to her… One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace… The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent. But I was too young to know how to love her…”

-The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Chapter 11

2018

"It was raining like hell and we were out on her porch, and all of a sudden this booze hound her mother was married to came out on the porch and asked Jane if there were any cigarettes in the house. I didn't know him too well or anything, but he looked like the kind of guy that wouldn't talk to you much unless he wanted something off you. He had a lousy personality. Anyway, old Jane wouldn't answer him when he asked her if she knew where there was any cigarettes. So the guy asked her again, but she still wouldn't answer him. She didn't even look up from the game. Finally the guy went inside the house. When he did, I asked Jane what the hell was going on. She wouldn't even answer me, then. She made out like she was concentrating on her next move in the game and all. Then all of a sudden, this tear plopped down on the checkerboard. On one of the red squares—boy, I can still see it. She just rubbed it into the board with her finger. I don't know why, but it bothered hell out of me."

-The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger

January 9, 2010

2018

"For this is yours
Make my words worth something
Make this more than just another poem that I write
More than just another night that sits heavy about us all
Walk into it, breathe it in
Let it crash through the halls of your arms
Like the millions of years, the millions of poets
Coursing like blood
Pumping and pushing, making you live
Shaking the dust

So when the world knocks at your front door
Clutch the knob tightly, and open on up
Run forward and far into its wide spread greeting arms
With your hands before you
Fingertips trembling,
Though they may be”

-Shake the Dust, by Anis Mojgani

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