July 2012
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We referenced fictional characters as if they were people to learn from. As if...
– Miguel Syjuco (Ilustrado)
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Ben wished the world was organized by the Dewey decimal system. That way you’d...
– Brian Selznick (via alittlecoconuttart)
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There are books which we read early in life, which sink into our consciousness...
– Anaïs Nin, “On Truth and Reality”
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How I am at the library. It's a regular thing.
rainidays:
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Some people read to confirm their own hopelessness. Others read to be rescued...
– Anaïs Nin
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Like the Pantone color chart, the beautiful book is a diagram of...
– Tan Lin, Seven Controlled Vocabularies and Obituary 2004. The Joy of Cooking
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A weird thing I do:
cybership:
Sometimes I’ll just read half of a book and then put it down for months. Not because I dislike the book. There’s just something oddly comforting about being able to disengage from a world and come back later to have not missed anything.
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Human life—indeed all life—is poetry. We live it unconsciously, day...
– Lou Andreas-Salome
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It has a tail
Mom: Go ahead, ask her.
Little Girl: Do you have a stuffed animal?
Me: Did you lose one?
Little Girl: Yes.
Me: What does it look like?
Little Girl: It has a tail.
Me: Do you know what kind of animal it was?
Little Girl: I think it was a lemur.
Me: (looks under the desk, finds a lemur) Is this it?
Little Girl: YES!
Mom: Oh, thank God. She was devastated.
Little Girl: :D
Me: :D
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As I walked, I ran my fingers along the spines of hundreds of books. I let...
– Carlos Ruiz Zafon (The Angel’s Game)
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Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of...
– Anaïs Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays
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We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to...
– Anaïs Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays
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