“I’m always amazed at friends who say they try to read at night in bed but always end up falling asleep. I have the opposite problem. If a book is good I can’t go to sleep, and stay up way past my bedtime, hooked on the writing. Is anything better than waking up after a late-night read and diving right back into the plot before you even get out of bed to brush your teeth?
- John Walters, Role Models (via bookmania)
“Cats can get by without names. We go by smell, shape, things of nature. As long as we know these things, there’re no worries for us.”
“Nakata understands completely. But you know, Mr. Otsuka, people don’t work that way. We need dates and names to remember all kinds of things.”
The cat gave a snort. “Sounds like a pain to me.
“Nakata understands completely. But you know, Mr. Otsuka, people don’t work that way. We need dates and names to remember all kinds of things.”
The cat gave a snort. “Sounds like a pain to me.
- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via betweenthepagesofabook)
(via murakamistuff)
“Thoughts are made of water and water always finds a way.
- Dave Eggers, You Shall Know Our Velocity! (via bookmania)
“Sometimes I feel as if I’m racing with my own shadow,” Korogi says. “But that’s one thing I’ll never be able to outrun. Nobody can shake off their own shadow.
- Haruki Murakami - After Dark (via murakamistuff)
“So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!
- Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via bookmania)
“So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it.
- Siddhartha (via hermannhesse)
(Source: winters-summer-home, via hermannhesse)
F. Scott Fitzgerald once drew a picture of the party in Paris (arranged by Sylvia Beach) at which he met his hero, James Joyce.
“Sylvia Beach hosted a dinner party in order that F. Scott Fitzgerald, who worshipped James Joyce, but was afraid to approach him, might do so. Out of nervousness or champagne, Fitzgerald greeted his hero by dropping down on one knee, kissing his hand, and declaring, How does it feel to be a great genius, Sir? I am so excited at seeing you, Sir, that I could weep.” (via the36seconds)
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Munir Nurettin Selcuk: beni kor kuyularda merdivensiz biraktin…
“I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart. That’s how it is with us. It’s a shame, Kath, because we’ve loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can’t stay together forever.
- Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go (via bookmania)
