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Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
– David Mitchell – Cloud Atlas
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Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
– David Mitchell – Cloud Atlas
The best way to find out if you can trust somebody
is to trust them.
– Ernest Hemingway –
Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.
– John Green – An Abundance of Katherines
This page, for instance,
wasn’t made to be read.
It was made to be pallid,
a merely stolen Iliad,
something keeping quiet,
a leaf long fallen
going back to its branch.
It was made to be beach,
who knows, Andromeda, Antarctica,
Himalaya, sensed syllable,
it was made to be ultimate,
something yet unmade.
Words carried far
by the waters of the Nile,
one day this page, papyrus,
will have to be translated
into symbol, Sanskrit,
into every Indian’s dialect,
will have to say good day
just to what’s murmured at the ear,
will have to be rough stone
where someone drops a glass.
Isn’t that how life is?
– Paulo Leminski – ‘ADVICE TO THE SHIPWRECKED’
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
– Ray Bradbury – Zen in the Art of Writing
Sometimes the people you want as part of your story are only meant to be a chapter …
( … stay as long as possible … )
Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.
– Nicole Lyons –
Ph : Richard Kern
The Gnostic’s passionate adoration of Sophia was known as philosophia – the love of Sophia – a mystical communication with divine feminine wisdom, having little to do with the strictly intellectual, most often masculine, pursuit currently labeled “philosophy.
– Zeena Schreck –
Life is a terminal disease, and it is sexually transmitted.
– John Cleese –
What does reading do, You can learn almost everything from reading, But I read too, So you must know something, Now I’m not so sure, You’ll have to read differently then, How, The same method doesn’t work for everyone, each person has to invent his or her own, whichever suits them best, some people spend their entire lives reading but never get beyond reading the words on the page, they don’t understand that the words are merely stepping stones placed across a fast-flowing river, and the reason they’re there is so that we can reach the farther shore, it’s the other side that matters, Unless, Unless what, Unless those rivers don’t have just two shores but many, unless each reader is his or her own shore, and that shore is the only shore worth reaching.
– José Saramago – The Cave