macrolit:

Brave New World, Aldous Huxley

Happy birthday, D.H. Lawrence (born September 11, 1885)

macrolit:

"A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board."

 (by M. Klasan)
When you can state the theme of a story, when you can separate it from the story itself, then you can be sure the story is not a very good one. The meaning of a story has to be embodied in it, has to be made concrete in it. A story is a way to say something that can’t be said any other way, and it takes every word in the story to say what the meaning is. You tell a story because a statement would be inadequate. When anybody asks what a story is about, the only proper thing is to tell him to read the story. The meaning of fiction is not abstract meaning but experienced meaning, and the purpose of making statements about the meaning of a story is only to help you experience that meaning more fully.
— Flannery O’Connor (via nathanielstuart)
 Flannery O’Connor and Peacocks

Flannery O’Connor and Peacocks

We shall find peace, we shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds
— Anton Chekhov (via chaptertwenty4)

macrolit:

Catch-22, Joseph Heller

 

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 papertownbooks:

We have this set for sale at 50% off …you can find it here

papertownbooks:

We have this set for sale at 50% off …you can find it here

The writer’s job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
Vladimir Nabokov (via elucipher)

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In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
— John Muir (via artpropelled)
 maidinmontana:

in the library by ~Staci Lee~ on Flickr.
Loneliness smells like cinnamon and cherries cooking in a pot, I fancy a gentleman tipped his hat to me and offered me tea and his arm. I think I want a life in woolly sweaters, to cut birds out of apples and play chess on stormy nights, with the stars painted on the ceiling above us. I’d like to be taught to play the accordion, think how nice it would be in a house on rails, a train compartment in beige and red. Oh, I got lost inside my head again, I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t.
— Vera Vodak (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)