“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.”
—George R.R. Martin (via aigla)
October 2012
“There was a time when mapmakers named the places they travelled through with the names of lovers rather than their own.”
—The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje (via aigla)
“I’ve found that if you love life, life will love you back.”
—Arthur Rubinstein (via aigla)
“Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have , so to speak , pawned a part of their narcissism.”
—Sigmund Freud (via aigla)
“I don’t know you. The only thing I know about you is, you’re reading this. I don’t know if your happy or not; I don’t know whether you’re young or not. I sort of hope you’re young and sad. If you’re old and happy, I can imagine that you’ll smile to yourself when you hear me going, he broke my heart. You’ll remember someone who broke your heart, and you’ll think to yourself, Oh yes, i remember how that feels. But you can’t, you smug old git. Oh you’ll remember feeling sort of plesantly sad. You might remember listening to music and eating chocolates in your room, or walking along the embankment on your own, wrapped up in a winter coat and feeling lonely and brave. But can you remember how with every mouthful of food it felt like you were biting into your own stomach? Can you remember the taste of red wine as it came back up and into the toilet bowl? Can you remember dreaming every night that you were still together, that he was talking to you gently and touching you, so that every morning when you woke up you had to go through it all over again?”
—Nick Hornby (via aigla)
“Anyone can talk about being a writer, anyone can say they have a great idea for a novel. The hard part of writing is putting your butt in the chair in front of the typewriter, in front of the computer, and filling up that blank page with words. And then filling up the page after it. And filling up the page after it. That’s the discipline, that’s the hard part, and you have to make yourself do it.”
—George R.R. Martin (via aigla)
“She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.”
—Haruki Murakami (via aigla)
