“Certainly literature would never have existed if some human beings had not been strongly inclined to forget themselves for hours and days on end and to fix their gaze on the immobility of silent words.”
-Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the New Millennium (Quickness).
I dream of flight only because I
forget that lightness, in bringing
me closer to the sky, takes me
away from the ground.
What do I seek, then—the air
under my wings, or the earth
beneath my feet?
Do I dare dream
of both?
Project convert-old-guitar-case-into-book-crate
Summer Reading List:
White Noise, Don DeLillo
The Fault in Our Stars, John Green
On the Road, Jack Kerouac
Six Memos for a New Millennium, Italo Calvino
Ficciones, Jorge Luis Borges
Cat’s Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut
Pale Fire, Vladimir Nabokov
Now that summer is here, I can finally sit down and start catching up on some (non course related) reading!
omg I’m gonna be so crushed if ABC drops Happy Endings. I think I’ll miss Dave the most… )’:
—Italo Calvino, The Mirror, the Target.
Of all the questions we have of the universe, who provides more answers—the scientist, or the poet?
Seriously hooked on BBC’s Sherlock. Brb going crazy trying to figure out how Sherlock survived the ‘Reichenbach Fall’ argh.
A really cute notebook I saw for sale in (surprise, surprise) a bar.
—Emily Dickinson, Hope.
