I like that library books have secret lives. All those hands that have held them. All those eyes that have read them.
― Neela Vaswani, “Same Sun Here” (via leftinalibrarybook)
 bibliolectors:

Feliz Día del Libro / Happy Book Day
sarafratini:

"Time spent reading, like time spent loving, increases our lifetime" - Daniel Pennac

bibliolectors:

Feliz Día del Libro / Happy Book Day

sarafratini:

"Time spent reading, like time spent loving, increases our lifetime" - Daniel Pennac

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world, I said after giving it some thought. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via stxxz)
 vintageanchorbooks:

"A Dream Within A Dream" by Edgar Allan PoeTake this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand-How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep- while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?

vintageanchorbooks:

"A Dream Within A Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

 
Happy World Book Day! (As if we need a special day to love books, but let’s just go with it.) Celebrate with Maira Kalman’s illustrated wisdom. 

Happy World Book Day! (As if we need a special day to love books, but let’s just go with it.) Celebrate with Maira Kalman’s illustrated wisdom

(Source: explore-blog)

I came to realize that far more important to me than any plot or conventional sense was the sheer directionality I felt while reading prose, the texture of time as it passed, life’s white machine.
— Ben Lerner, Leaving the Atocha Station (via booksijustread)
 (by Duygu Öksünlü)
 teachingliteracy:

prettybookish:
March Book Photo Challenge - Day 18: Makes Me Smile
I got sent the cutest bookmark from The Book Depository yesterday!

teachingliteracy:

prettybookish:

March Book Photo Challenge - Day 18: Makes Me Smile

I got sent the cutest bookmark from The Book Depository yesterday!

 vintageanchorbooks:

"He inherited from his mother’s stories the fundamental style he used, unaltered, in his own stories: namely, the assumption that fact may not be truth, and truth may not be factual." —from “The Wind-up Bird Chronicle”

vintageanchorbooks:

"He inherited from his mother’s stories the fundamental style he used, unaltered, in his own stories: namely, the assumption that fact may not be truth, and truth may not be factual."
—from “The Wind-up Bird Chronicle”

 asymptotejournal:

"Literature was not born the day when a boy crying ‘wolf, wolf’ came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying ‘wolf, wolf’ and there was no wolf behind him."
Happy 115th birthday, Vladimir Nabokov!1899 – 1977

asymptotejournal:

"Literature was not born the day when a boy crying ‘wolf, wolf’ came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying ‘wolf, wolf’ and there was no wolf behind him."

Happy 115th birthday, Vladimir Nabokov!
1899 – 1977

 simena:

Thomas Hope

simena:

Thomas Hope

 
 theparisreview:

“When Mercedes was older, he told her: ‘You should marry me because I’m going to be very important.’ I think he knew all along.”
Read part two of Silvana Paternostro’s oral biography of Gabriel García Márquez.

theparisreview:

“When Mercedes was older, he told her: ‘You should marry me because I’m going to be very important.’ I think he knew all along.”

Read part two of Silvana Paternostro’s oral biography of Gabriel García Márquez.

 
by tom.belte
Writers are always interchanging in some way, just as the air we breathe doesn’t belong to one place.