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"But how is one to be obsessed with the past when one sees in it only a desert over which the wind blows a few fragments of memories? Does that mean he would become obsessed with these fragments. Yes. Reubens discovered a peculiar thing: memory does not make films, it makes photographs."

Immortality, Milan Kundera
niemozliwe:

Secret door
iheartclassics:

Where’s the matching glowing “Eat Me?” :Dinkypages:

This is just lovely!
bookmania:

Used book store, Eugene, Oregon (via WOP)

"With freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?"

Oscar Wilde

(Source: blog.freepeople.com)

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We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee, in the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself as a child…

There was still daylight, shining softly and with a tarnish, like the lining of a shell; and the carbon lamps lifted at the corners were on in the light, and the locusts were started, and the fire flies were out, and a few frogs were flopping in the dewy grass, by the time the fathers and the children came out. The children ran out first hell bent and yelling those names by which they were known; then the fathers sank out leisurely in crossed suspenders, their collars removed and their necks looking tall and shy. The mothers stayed back in the kitchen washing and drying, putting things away, recrossing their traceless footsteps like the lifetime journeys of bees, measuring out the dry cocoa for breakfast.

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A Death in the Family, James Agee.