A public library is the most democratic thing in the world. What can be found there has undone dictators and tyrants.
— Doris Lessing
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A public library is the most democratic thing in the world. What can be found there has undone dictators and tyrants.
— Doris Lessing
My life has been united with trees,
which I have considered as my equals,
and in them I have seen my destiny.
-Miguel Angel Blanco
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But the fact is that writing is the only way in which I am able to cope with the memories which overwhelm me so frequently and so unexpectedly. If they remained locked away, they would become heavier and heavier as time went on, so that in the end I would succumb under their mounting weight. Memories lie slumbering within us for months and years, quietly proliferating, until they are woken by some trifle and in some strange way blind us to life. How often this has caused me to feel that my memories, and the labours expended in writing them down are all part of the same humiliating and, at bottom, contemptible business! And yet, what would we be without memory? We would not be capable of ordering even the simplest thoughts, the most sensitive heart would lose the ability to show affection, our existence would be a mere neverending chain of meaningless moments, and there would not be the faintest trace of a past. How wretched this life of ours is!–so full of false conceits, so futile, that it is little more than the shadow of the chimeras loosed by memory. My sense of estrangement is becoming more and more dreadful.
— W.G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn
Fritz Krüger, Casa Pachorro. Sonande, Cangas del Narcea,1927
Source: flickr.com
You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.
— Annie Proulx
Fredric Edwin Church, Floating Iceberg, 1859
The world has told you lies about how small you are.
— Heather Havrilesky
Fernand Khnopff, In Bruges, a church, 1904
Source: thebluelantern.blogspot.jp