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"I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish."
Markus Zusak (via dazlious)
"What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable? How very odd, to believe God gave you life, and yet not think that life asks more of you than watching TV."
An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (via doublespacing)
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tagged as
■ books
■ reading
■ library
■ klaus baudelaire
■ a series of unfortunate events
■ lemony snicket
Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child, loved books. Or, rather, the things he learned from books. The Baudelaire parents had an enormous library in their mansion. A room filled with thousands of books on nearly every subject. And nothing pleased Klaus more than spending an afternoon filling up his head with their contents.
My three copies of To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee
by Kevin Jackson, author of Bite: A Vampire Handbook
1. I Am Legend by Richard Matheson
2. Fevre Dream by George RR Martin
3. Doctors Wear Scarlet by Simon Raven
4. Fangland by John Marks
5. Salem’s Lot by Stephen King
6. Suckers by Anne Billson
7. Anno Dracula by Kim Newman
8. The Moth Diaries by Rachel Klein
9. Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist
10. Dracula by Bram Stoker
"Read. After being force-fed lists of required texts, take this opportunity to binge on books you would actually enjoy. Revisit the classics you discovered in high school. They will make more sense now."
Twanna Hines, writer and sexual health advocate. ‘Know That You Will Screw Up’: Real Talk for New Graduates - News - GOOD (via bookoisseur)
"You know what I think?” she says. “That people’s memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn’t matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They’re all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed ‘em to the fire, they’re all just paper. The fire isn’t thinking ‘Oh, this is Kant,’ or ‘Oh, this is the Yomiuri evening edition,’ or ‘Nice tits,’ while it burns. To the fire, they’re nothing but scraps of paper. It’s the exact same thing. Important memories, not-so-important memories, totally useless memories: there’s no distinction—they’re all just fuel."
Haruki Murakami, After Dark (via pavorst)
