May 2012
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“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
—C.S. Lewis, The World’s Last Night: And Other Essays (via larmoyante)
“Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death—ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life.”
—James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time (via larmoyante)
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Jóhann Jóhannsson, Dustin O'Halloran, Hauschka
Johann Johannsson, Dustin O’Halloran, and Hauschka, “Glima”
I just found a mixtape I made for my boyfriend in 2001. It's an actual cassette and the first song is "If My Heart Had Wings" by Faith Hill. I wish I was kidding.
“Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book.”
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Jane Smiley, Thirteen Ways of Looking at the Novel
(via awesomebookquotes)
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Apparently Arab scholars, when speaking of the text, use this admirable expression: the certain body. What body? We have several of them; the body of anatomists and physiologists, the one science sees or discusses: this is the text of grammarians, critics, commentators, philologists (the pheno-text). But we also have a body of bliss consisting solely of erotic relations, utterly distinct from the first body: it is another contour, another nomination; thus with the text: it is no more than the fires of language. …Does the text have human form, is it a figure, an anagram of the body? Yes, but of our erotic body. The pleasure of the text is irreducible to physiological need.
The pleasure of the text is that moment when my body pursues its own ideas — for my body does not have the same ideas I do.
