John Cheever, “The Sutton Place Story”
He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.
I catch your eye. I, who had been thinking myself so vast, a temple, a church, a whole universe, confined and capable of being everywhere on the verge of things and here too, am now nothing but what you see.
"Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear." Haruki Murakami
A photograph of Ken Kesey at Hotel Excelsior by Allen Ginsberg, December 14, 1989.
A schoolboy pops into the library to find a book on taxation in the Ottoman empire – this is his first mistake. The quest for knowledge takes an unexpected turn in Haruki Murakami’s The Strange Library, published for the first time in English this December.
…curious way that my idealism has been mixed with my fatalism, so that I can possess the soul of a dreamer and that of a cynic at the same time.
Is the soul solid, like iron?
Or is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl?
From what point of view is she looking at life as she sits there, terribly sensitive, registering one after another such diverse impressions? She is a writer; a born writer. Everything she feels and hears and sees is not fragmentary and separate; it belongs together as writing.