"How readily our thoughts swarm upon a new object, lifting it a little way, as ants carry a blade of straw so feverishly, and then leave it..." - The Mark On The Wall, Virginia Woolf

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Once you pass a certain age, life is just a continuous process of losing one thing after another. One after another, things you value slip out of your hands the way a comb loses teeth. People you love fade away one after another.
Haruki Murakami (1Q84)
(Source: paternal)
“Only my books anoint me,
and a few friends,
those who reach into my veins.”― Anne Sexton
(via teachingliteracy)
Virginia Woolf, Geoffrey Chaucer and Raymond Chandler as food writers? Mark Crick of the Independent imagines the contents of the celebrity cookbooks of yesteryear
Have a life. And grow a heart.
Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe