George Sand ~ My Inner Strength
"When my submission has been claimed, no longer in the name of love and friendship but by reason of some right or power, I have drawn upon the strength that is buried in my nature, I have straightened my shoulders and thrown off the yoke. I alone know the latent force hidden within me. I alone know how much I grieve and suffer and love."
Virginia Woolf ~ A Reward For Bookwurms?
"When the Day of Judgment dawns and people, great and small, come marching in to receive their heavenly rewards, the Almighty will gaze upon the mere bookworms and say to Peter, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them. They have loved reading."
Anne Frank ~ My Ideals
“It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.”
― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
Primo Levi ~ God Does Not Exist
" I must say that the experience of Auschwitz for me was such as to sweep away any remnants of the religious education that I had had...Auschwitz existed, therefore God cannot exist. I find no solution to that dilemma. I seek a solution, but I don't find it. "
William Faulkner ~ I’m A Failed Poet
“I’m a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can’t and then tries the short story which is the most demanding form after poetry. And failing that, only then does he take up novel writing.”
Marcel Proust ~ Childhood And Books
"There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book."
George Bernard Shaw ~ The Value Of Art
"Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable."
George Bernard Shaw
Ingeborg Bachmann ~ A Lost Sense Of Belonging Somewhere
“She wondered all the same how much they really had to say to one another, given that they had only this city in common and a similar way of talking, the same intonation, perhaps she'd just wanted to believe after that third whiskey on the roof garden at the Hilton that he would give her back something she'd lost, a missing taste, an intonation gone flat, that ghostly feeling of home, though she was no longer at home anywhere.”
― Ingeborg Bachmann, Simultan: Erzählungen
Antoine De Saint-exupery ~ Hymn To The Rose
“You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass, since she's the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Painting by John Duncan
Hymn to the Rose (1907)
Vladimir Nabokov ~ A Good Book
"Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations"
Photograph of a young Nabokov with butterfly doodles by himself.