"Lisey turned on the radio, and wasn't a bit surprised to get ole Hank singing "Honky Tonkin." She sang along, low. She knew every word. This did not surprise her, either. Some things you never forgot. She had come to believe that the very things the practical world dismissed as ephemera - things like songs and moonlight and kisses - were sometimes the things that lasted the longest. They might be foolish, but they defied forgetting. And that was good. That was good."
"Coraline sighed. 'Please. What's your name?' Coraline asked the cat, 'Look, I'm Coraline. Okay?' The cat yawned slowly, carefully, revealing a mouth and tongue of astounding pinkness. 'Cats don't have names,' it said. 'No?' said Coraline. 'No,' said the cat. 'Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.'
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'Well, what if I wanted to call you?' The cat wrinkled its nose and managed to look unimpressed. "Calling cats,' it confided, 'tends to be a rather overrated activity. Might as well call a whirlwind.' "
Something I read on the cover of a female magazine today.
"Multi-tasking, time-saving tips for your staycation!"
Is this the end of spending one whole day doing nothing more productive than trimming split ends then? Do I now have to restyle my hair, dye it, straighten my teeth, give myself a manicure + pedicure and oh maybe find the cure for AIDS all before lunchtime?