post 'em here. i'll start.

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.

Richard Dawkins -- "Unweaving the Rainbow"

"The End"

That's "favourite book passages." This is "favorite book passages."

the chapter in the shrieking shack in prisoner of azkaban.... dunno why really but just love that chapter.

all of chapter X in johnny got his gun.

The end of the Dark Tower. A great end for an otherwise so-so epic.

Moria in the LOTR.

see my sig

Odd, IMO it is the exact reverse of what you said. Even King said it was bad and not to read it, but I don't think he really meant it since he gave it all away at the first of his DT I rewrite.

Of course, I like Dark Tower VI, which everyone else hates, so you probably shouldn't listen to me.

Thanks to this powerful flash, the Hi 8 can now capture a shadow in the distance. The stills, however, are even more clear, revealing that the shadow is really the blur of a man,

standing
dead
centre

with
a
rifle
in
his
hand.

Then just as the strobe captures him lifting the weapon, presumably now aiming at the blinding flash, we hear a series of sharp cracks. Neither Navidson nor Reston have any idea where these sounds are coming from, though gratefully the stills reveal what is happening:

all those doors

behind

the
man

are
slamming
shut,

one

after

another

after

another;

which still does not prevent the figure from firing. "Awww shit!" Reston shouts. But Navidson keeps his Nikon steady and focused, the motor chewing up a whole roll of film as the flash angrily slashes out at the pre-

vailing darkness, ultimately capturing

this
dark
form

vanishing

behind
a
closing

door