February 2012
18 posts
“THINGS HAD CHANGED, what an arsehole comment, I had changed things. Things don’t...”
– from Jeanette Winterson’s novel Written on the Body (1992)
Feb 28th
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Feb 25th
62 notes
5 tags
“One holds every phrase, every scene to the light as one reads - for Nature...”
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
Feb 23rd
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“It would be a thousand pities if women wrote like men, or lived like men, or...”
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
Feb 23rd
195 notes
1 tag
nieuwe blogpost: Ademhalen onder de maan →
Feb 22nd
Feb 7th
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“I want to be clear about this. If you wrote from experience, you’d get maybe one...”
– Nikki Giovanni (via katelizabeth)
Feb 6th
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nieuwe blogpost; mijn kennismaking met Jeanette... →
Feb 6th
ListenPaul Simon ; The Boy in the Bubble
Feb 6th
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re:
 DISTANTHEARTBEATS SAID: I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THE BOOK WHEN YOU’RE DONE. i finished it yesterday, and i loved it! i did read ‘oranges’ first (i ordered them at the same time, having a good feeling about the author which is your doing, i think), i just thought that was a good idea. i guess it was a good idea but like you said, it’s not that important. jeanette...
Feb 6th
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from: why be happy when you could be normal?
    “The more I read, the more I felt connected across time to other lives and deeper sympathies. I felt less isolated. I wasn’t floating on my little raft in the present; there were bridges that led over to solid ground. Yes, the past is another country, but one that we can visit, and once there we can bring back the things we need.     Literature is common ground. It is ground not...
Feb 6th
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Feb 6th
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“Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books,...”
– Jeanette Winterson, from Why I adore the night (via mirroir)
Feb 4th
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Feb 4th
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“The Internet has co-opted the word “browse” for its own purposes, but it’s worth...”
–  The End of Bookstores, Nicole Krauss (via sunrec)
Feb 3rd
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Feb 2nd
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“She sat perfectly still, listening and looking always at the same spot. It...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out. (via mirroir)
Feb 2nd
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Feb 1st
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