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I’m always amazed at friends who say they try to read at night in bed but always end up falling asleep. I have the opposite problem. If a book is good I can’t go to sleep, and stay up way past my bedtime, hooked on the writing. Is anything better than waking up after a late-night read and diving right back into the plot before you even get out of bed to brush your teeth?

John Walters, Role Models (via bookmania)

bookmania:

from Women in Love by D.H. Lawrence

bookporn:

the-unknown-friend:

(via holypalmers-kiss, differentherald)

(via bookporn)

blackandwtf:

1910s

Standing on a mountain of already donated volumes, an amiable barker calls for still more books from passers-by outside the New York Public Library on Fifth Avenue.

(via This Ain’t The Summer Of Love)

That’s right, I am a book kisser. Maybe that’s kind of perverted or maybe it’s just romantic and highly intelligent.

Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian (via thelifeguardlibrarian)

(via bookporn)

(via gast03)

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.

Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via bookmania)

bookmania:

“Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain—the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed—then its lovely reek will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.” ― Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Russian Literature