Isolation offered its own form of companionship: the reliable silence of her rooms, the steadfast tranquility of the evenings. The promise that she would find things where she put them, that there would be no interruption, no surprise. It greeted her at the end of each day and lay till with her at night.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Call for book donations, New York Public Library, circa 1918
Happy Birthday, Stephen King b. September 21, 1947
“Can I be blunt on this subject? If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”—Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
We often forget that we are nature. Nature is not something separate from us. So when we say that we have lost our connection to nature, we’ve lost our connection to ourselves.
The Paris Library floods, 1910.
…and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs.
— Franz Kafka
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