“There are all kinds of interesting questions that come from a knowledge of science, which only adds to the excitement and mystery and awe of a flower. It only adds. I don’t understand how it subtracts.”—Richard Feynman (via thechocolatebrigade)
“We waste our precious moments and energy by hating, envying, judging, comparing, gossiping, criticizing, cursing, etc. We have no idea what their journey is all about. Forgive and love.”—Satish Kaku (via dreamofwhatcanbe)
Moist Von Lipwig:Because you just don't do that sort of thing.
Ridcully:Correct. Books must be treated with respect, we feel that in our bones, because words have power. Bring enough words together they can bend space and time. Read my lips: Words do not kill! People kill. Wild animals kill. But words... words have a totally different power. They enter in through our eyes and ears and work their way into our souls.
“The Reader! You, dogged, uninsultable, print-oriented bastard, it’s you I’m adressing, who else, from inside this monstrous fiction. You’ve read me this far, then? Even this far?
How is it you don’t go to a movie, watch tv, stare at a wall, play tennis with a friend, make amorous advances to the person who comes in mind when I speak of amorous advances? Can nothing surfeit, saturate you, turn you off? Where’s your shame?”—John Barth - Lost in the Funhouse (via bookshavepores)
“There was another reason why Meggie took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They were familiar voices, friends that never quarreled with her, clever, powerful friends - daring and knowledgeable, tried and tested adventurers who had traveled far and wide.”—Cornelia Funke, Inkheart (via excessivebookshelf)
“When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl.”—James M. Barrie (Peter Pan)
“To be truthful, some writers stop you dead in your tracks by making you see your own work in the most unflattering light. Each of us will meet a different harbinger of personal failure, some innocent genius chosen by us for reasons having to do with what we see as our own inadequacies.The only remedy to this I have found is to read a writer whose work is entirely different from another, though not necessarily more like your own—a difference that will remind you of how many rooms there are in the house of art.”—Francine Prose; Reading Like a Writer: A Guide for People Who Love Books and for Those Who Want to Write Them (via wordpainting)
“How much better is silence; the coffee-cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee-cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself. Do not come and worry me with your hints that it is time to shut the shop and be gone. I would willingly give all my money that you should not disturb me but let me sit on and one, silent, alone.”—Bernard in The Waves by Virginia Woolf. (via fuckyeahsolitude)