December 2011
“Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.”
—David Mitchell (via aswiseasthesunrise)
“Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.”
—Betty Smith (via freins)
“Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don’t know a soul?”
—Haruki Murakami (via moldavia)
“She’s like smoke: you think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her, there’s nothing there.”
—Ryū Murakami (via satanasa)
“I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.”
—Virginia Woolf (via klonazepam)
“I guess deep down, everyone feels a little lonely.”
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