Books are to remind us what asses and fools we are. They’re Caesar’s praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, “Remember Caesar, thou art mortal.”
My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.
Saint Aelphaba of the Waterfall
"Beyond was a cavern hollowed out by the splashing water. She sat down there, and in the light that came through the wall of water she read her holy book and pondered on spiritual matters. She ate a grape every now and then. When at last she had finished her grapes, she emerged from the cave. Hundreds of years had passed. There was a village built on the banks of the stream, and even a milldam nearby. The villagers shrank in horror, for as children they had all played in the cavern behind the waterfall… and never had anyone ever seen Saint Aelphaba in her naked beauty. But all Saint Aelphaba had to do was open her mouth and speak the old speech, and they all knew that it must be she, and they built a chapel in her honor. She blessed the children and the elderly, and heard the confessions of the middle-aged, and healed some sick and fed some hungry, that sort of stuff, and then disappeared behind the waterfall again with another bunch of grapes… and that’s the last anyone has seen of her."
"So you can disappear and not be dead.”
I just adore this quote, and Saint Aelphaba was left uncolored for a reason <3
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade
Always on We Heart It
You are never alone with a good book. This charming campaign is from Grey Tel Aviv. Via Taxi
no wonder my room is always a mess. i’ve got whole armies camping in here while i sleep.
i feel a kind of duty to go back and reread The Hunchback of Notre Dame with my accumulated knowledge of the oppression of/discrimination against Romani people (“gypsy” is considered a slur fyi because i didn’t know that myself for a long time). b/c even when i was like 15 i was aware that the whole “stealing children” thing was not kosher. and i feel silly but i can’t not like the disney version, the music is just too damn good and i love Quasimodo. i just have to accept that some of the things i love are kinda fucked up.
'Book on Book' is a transparent paperweight that holds down the pages of a novel. It keeps the pages from flipping and allows the user to eat, drink, or sit back while reading.
protect the book from ur tears