Posts tagged lit

justalittlebookcrazy:

Books-cupcakes September Photo Challenge
Day 17: Spine of Book

justalittlebookcrazy:

Books-cupcakes September Photo Challenge

Day 17: Spine of Book

aseaofquotes:

Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

aseaofquotes:

Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

papertownbooks:

We now ship to Canada!  So feel free to shop and welcome Canada!

If you are in Canada - heads up!! This steadily growing Indie online bookstore now ships to you!

papertownbooks:

We now ship to Canada!  So feel free to shop and welcome Canada!

If you are in Canada - heads up!! This steadily growing Indie online bookstore now ships to you!

fuschnickn:

#11 written by Paulo Deveria Múrer © 2014.

fuschnickn:

#11 written by Paulo Deveria Múrer © 2014.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Anaïs Nin (via hqlines)

[Infographic] Banned Books Week

The right to free expression includes the freedom to read whatever we choose. Yet state governments and local school districts have attempted to ban the books shown on this bookmark. Since its inception, the ACLU has fought censorship - because a government that polices what we read polices our thought.

Books!

Books!

Yup, that ought to do it.

Yup, that ought to do it.

It’s not about the words. It’s about the memories lost inside the words.
Virginia Woolf, from Congenial Spirits: The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf (Harcourt, 1990)
Try to learn to let what is unfair teach you.
David Foster Wallace; Infinite Jest

Stephen King: 'I Think Books Are Going To Be Here For A Long, Long Time'

I will always prefer a physical copy of a book. Call me an idealist, a romantic, call me whatever, I simply prefer actual books. 

vintageanchorbooks:

Celebrate Banned Books Week by reading a banned book.

Amen!

vintageanchorbooks:

Celebrate Banned Books Week by reading a banned book.

Amen!

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming.”

I find myself thinking about Yeats’ “rough beast” a lot of late. Yeats thought a shared apocalypse was nigh. But it seems to the beast comes for us one at a time.

(via fishingboatproceeds)

Yes, they do.

Yes, they do.