When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an...– Jorge Luis Borges (via bookstorecouture)
Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!– William Shakespeare; Macbeth
Someone asked me the other day, "What makes a well...
poetbabble: People use language for two reasons: to be understood and not to be understood. - Dean Young
We who make stories know that we tell lies for a living. But they are good lies...– Neil Gaiman in his Newbery Medal Acceptance Speech, The Graveyard Book. (via incandenza)
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives...– Jonathan Safran Foer; Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Some people read for instruction, which is praiseworthy, and some for pleasure,...– W. Somerset Maugham, “The Book-Bag” found in Collected Short Stories, Vol. 4 (via bookoasis)
The unexamined life is not worth living.– Socrates
A book—a real book—is one choice, taken from a pile, opened and entered as its...– K.J. Dell’Antonia at her New York Times Motherlode blog (via twowaymonologue)
Stark Raving Christian: The Bells - Edgar Allan... →
starkravingchristian: I Hear the sledges with the bells— Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In…
The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.– Dorothy Parker
Crashingly Beautiful: Why do I write? →
crashinglybeautiful: I write because to write a new sentence, let alone a new poem, is to cross the threshold into both a larger existence and a profound mystery. A thought was not there, then it is. An image, a story, an idea about what it is to be human, did not exist, then it does. With every new poem, an emotion…
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Poets & Writers →
Cover Story Profiles of Joan Didion and André Aciman, a special section on how literary magazines and small presses are building community on and off the page, nine ways of looking at a bookstore, and more. I got my issue yesterday. I’m about to sit down with a tall glass of wine and read it from cover to cover.
We are all born mad. Some remain so.– Samuel Beckett
poetbabble: Naked but for the socks Bedded save the books Nested tho’ wind fights window tho’ fire fists the sky
Ab Imo Pectore: Drunk as Drunk →
taciturntom: Drunk as drunk on turpentine From your open kisses, Your wet body wedged Between my wet body and the strake Of our boat that is made of flowers, Feasted, we guide it - our fingers Like tallows adorned with yellow metal - Over the sky’s hot rim, The day’s last breath in our sails. Pinned by the…
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.– Albert Einstein
A book, no matter what it is—a work of fiction or a work of science (the...– Vladimir Nabokov (via thelifeguardlibrarian)