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The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.

Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt (via first-line)

“I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.” —Pablo Neruda, born on this day in 1904

penamerican:

We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every person a universe with its own secrets, with its own treasures, with its own sources of anguish, and with some measure of triumph.

Elie Wiesel (September 30, 1928 – July 2, 2016)

A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end.

Robert Graves, The Art of Poetry No. 11

(via theparisreview)

I’d retype sections of other people’s novels just to see how it felt coming out. Learn their rhythm.

Ray Bradbury (Paris Review, 2010)

The writer does not and should not have the last word. That … belongs to the reader.

Tobias Wolff, The Art of Fiction No. 183

(via theparisreview)

The library connects us with the insight and knowledge, painfully extracted from Nature, of the greatest minds that ever were, with the best teachers, drawn from the entire planet and from all our history, to instruct us without tiring, and to inspire us to make our own contribution to the collective knowledge of the human species. I think the health of our civilization, the depth of our awareness about the underpinnings of our culture and our concern for the future can all be tested by how well we support our libraries.

Carl Sagan

(via scientificphilosopher)

I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.

Flannery O'Connor (via what-strange-lives-we-live)

I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.

Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning (via amargedom)

The novel is an inexhaustible form, and no matter what the pessimists say, it’s never going to die.

Paul Auster, The Art of Fiction No. 178

(via theparisreview)

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