Favourite Book Covers
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
Hans Staub - Mountain school in Camuns, Switzerland. 1934.
The Arabian Nights’ Entertainments, Consisting of One Thousand and One Stories. London: Milner and Company. c.1875.
"Aladdin found everything as the magician had said, gathered some fruit off the trees, and, having got the lamp, arrived at the mouth of the cave. The magician cried out in a great hurry: “Make haste and give me the lamp.” This Aladdin refused to do until he was out of the cave. The magician flew into a terrible passion, and throwing some more powder on to the fire, he said something, and the stone rolled back into its place."
We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! Instead of that, what if it is one little room, like a bathhouse in the country, black and grimy with spiders in every corner—and that’s what all eternity is? I sometimes fancy it like that.
The writer operates at a peculiar crossroads where time and place and eternity somehow meet. His problem is to find that location.
Everything you’ll ever need to know about writing short stories in 15 joyous lessons.
Books & Cupcakes January Book Photo Challenge
Day 30: Free Picture
I’ve been reading with Frostbeard Studio’s Sherlock’s Study candle all month. And let me tell you, IT SMELLS STINKIN’ AMAZING. I love it so much!
I’m a word freak. I like words. I’ve always compared writing to music. That’s the way I feel about good paragraphs. When it really works, it’s like music.