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2010-12-22
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What are books but tangible dreams? What is reading if it is not dreaming? The best books cause us to dream; the rest are not worth reading.
— Rikki Ducornet, The Fan-Maker’s Inquisition: A Novel of the Marquis de Sade (via aperfectcommotion)
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2010-12-02
How I would like to believe in tenderness—— The face of the effigy, gentled by candles, Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes. I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering Blue and mystical over the face of the stars. Inside the church, the saints will be all blue, Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews, Their hands and faces stiff with holiness. The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild. And the message of the yew tree is blackness—blackness and silence.
Sylvia Plath
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2010-11-30
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2010-09-23
M64, the Black Eye Galaxy
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2010-09-18
I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.
— Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin (via aubade)
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