Because today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups… So I ask, in my writing, What is real? Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo-realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms. I do not distrust their motives; I distrust their power. They have a lot of it. And it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of the mind. I ought to know. I do the same thing.
Philip K. Dick (via nathanielstuart)
slightlyignorant:

Can I live here? PLEASE?

slightlyignorant:

Can I live here? PLEASE?

Favourite Books - American Gods by Neil Gaİman

Without individuals we see only numbers: a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, “casualties may rise to a million.” With individual stories, the statistics become people — but even that is a lie, for the people continue to suffer in numbers that themselves are numbing and meaningless. Look, see the child’s swollen, swollen belly, and the flies that crawl at the corners of his eyes, his skeletal limbs: will it make it easier for you to know his name, his age, his dreams, his fears? To see him from the inside? And if it does, are we not doing a disservice to his sister, who lies in the searing dust beside him, a distorted, distended caricature of a human child? And there, if we feel for them, are they now more important to us than a thousand other children touched by the same famine, a thousand other young lives who will soon be food for the flies’ own myriad squirming children?

(inspired by mmorrow’s magazine-type photosets)

You must keep sending work out; you must never let a manuscript do nothing but eat its head off in a drawer. You send that work out again and again, while you’re working on another one. If you have talent, you will receive some measure of success—but only if you persist.
Isaac Asimov
It’s a common misconception to think that all book buyers are intelligent. Most are, but not all.

It’s a common misconception to think that all book buyers are intelligent. Most are, but not all.

Free books are always a great thing. 

Free books are always a great thing. 

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
Henri J.M. Nouwen; The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey
So true.

So true.

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours.
Ayn Rand; Atlas Shrugged
Yes it is.
[Artwork by Órelindë Anwamanë]

Yes it is.

[Artwork by Órelindë Anwamanë]

thewhitenotebook:

"You get a little moody sometimes but I think that’s because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up."-Pat Conroy

thewhitenotebook:

"You get a little moody sometimes but I think that’s because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up."-Pat Conroy

“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”

I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.

Let our scars fall in love.”

Galway Kinnell
Always be reading.

Always be reading.

susanandherbooks:

The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

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If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
William Shakespeare; Twelfth Night