“I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who’s ever lived: I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.”
– Nicolas Sparks, The Notebook
I already commented on poor Nicolas Sparks’ divorce so I won’t go into it again. For those 3.5 regular readers who are paying attention – no, I never was able to confirm whether or not Michael Crichton actually made a real, live dinosaur. I’m pretty sure he didn’t, but I just don’t have any hard evidence one way or the other. I didn’t see him make a dinosaur. But I didn’t NOT see him make a dinosaur either.
But anyway – going along with the theme from yesterday (the quote from Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables) – here is another man opining that love is the best experience of life.
Is it?
I will say this – the year was 2004 and the Bookshelf Battler was in a movie theater packed to the gills with women pulling out tissues and sniffing up a storm. No joke. No exaggeration. Sparks’ sappiness made a theater full of women ball their eyes out, and I suppose that’s why he makes the big bucks. That’s real talent.
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