Spend time in your local public library.

Spend time in your local public library.

A good bookstore is more than a place to shop. It’s a civic space, a place made for run-ins and chance encounters with the kind of people you actually want to encounter. You go there to look at more than just books.
Alexandra Schwartz; “VIVE LA BOOKSTORE!” The New Yorker
Camp out in a book.

Camp out in a book.

Breakfast of Champions.

Breakfast of Champions.

What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore it knows it’s not fooling a soul.
Neil Gaiman; American Gods (via papertownbooks)

I’ve been told
that people in the army
do more by 7:00 am
than I do
in an entire day

but if I wake
at 6:59 am
and turn to you
to trace the outline of your lips
with mine
I will have done enough
and killed no one
in the process.

Shane Koyczan, “6:59 AM” (via larmoyante)

youhavereachedsamsblog:

Mun’s favorite bookshop ever, used or not. It’s about three hours away from home so she only goes once a year, but it’s her absolute favorite. I haven’t had the pleasure of visiting yet, but I’m sure I will next summer.

Down In Denver

The next real literary ‘rebels’ in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels, born oglers who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse and instantiate single-entendre principles. Who treat of plain old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and hip fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Dead on the page. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that’ll be the point. Maybe that’s why they’ll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. Today’s risks are different. The new rebels might be artists willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the ‘Oh how banal.’ To risk accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Of overcredulity. Of softness. Of willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows.
David Foster Wallace

cloudunbound:

I always had a feeling it was true, but now I have proof after walks through South Bank, Holborn, and Bloomsbury: London has more bookstores (and bookstands) than New York. And I am fine with that. Though it would be nice to see those old stands reappear on Sixth Avenue again.

My favorite find was Judd Books off Tavistock Place, where the used music stock was choice. I was hoping to score some Tim Winton in paperback, but no dice. I got my bag searched, and the clerk squeezed my Percy Pigs from M&S (that is not a metaphor).

Support your local book shops.

Literature—creative literature—unconcerned with sex, is inconceivable.
Gertrude Stein
papertownbooks:

Have you had that moment?

Yep.

papertownbooks:

Have you had that moment?

Yep.

slanting:

(by rcd826)

We need to refill this box.

slanting:

(by rcd826)

We need to refill this box.

queensansa-stark:

Art History Meme:
4/6 Themes or Series or Subjects » Paris

Caf de la Paix, Paris (?) by Edouard Cortes | Rainy Day (1986) by Hiro Yamagata | Paris l’Arc de Triomphe (?) by Antoine Blanchard | Paris. Seine. (1902) by Konstantin Korovin | The Grands Boulevard, Paris (1897) by Childe Hassam | View of Paris from Montmartre (1886) by Vincent van Gogh [X]

True.

True.