Book cover for “Swamplandia!” by Karen Russell.
(read the book, it’s really good!)
Female Soviet college students studying for exam in the park in late 1960s.
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of it’s constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
I dealt with whatever was bothering me through reading. You could not find me without a book.
Bloody Book Photo Challenge - October.
2. Books about books
The Shadow of the Wind, Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore, The Book Thief, Fahrenheit 451, and The Thirteenth Tale.
I had the lonely child’s habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were next up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued. I knew that I had a faculty with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life.
All I want is education, and I am afraid of no one.
A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it.
“Feeling a bit nervous, as most people do at the prospect of seeing a doctor, I thought I would buy on my way to him something soothing to prevent an accelerated pulse from misleading credulous science.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire
I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you.
kitap beybi (by bourchins)
photo mikkel vang | stylist emma persson lagerberg