The Written Road

May 24

elina-astra:

Every reader, as he reads, is actually the reader of himself. The writer’s work is only a kind of optical instrument he provides the reader so he can discern what he might never have seen in himself without this book. The reader’s recognition in himself of what the book says is the proof of the book’s truth.

—Marcel Proust

(via apoetreflects)

saveusalltellmelifeisbeautiful:

                                 The

                             dedication

                                    of my life

                              is split

                     seven ways:

                To Harry,

                      To Ron,

                          To Hermione,

                               To Dumbledore,

                                        To Snape,

                        To Dumbledore’s Army,

                  And to J. K. Rowling

           For sticking

                 with me

                        until the

                   very

               end.

(Source: heiressofgryffindor, via youngadultread)

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(Source: noseinabook)

ladyblogger-margie:

anna-of-wonderland:

*reads the last line again*

*closes the book*

*deep sigh*

*screams*

*throws book out the window*

*jumps out the window after it*

*writhes in pain while clutching the book*

*cries and rocks it back and forth*

*puts it back down on the shelf*

*deep breath*

*Calls friend* “read this book”

(via tbearlupin)

May 23

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Appropriate response whenever someone comments “wow you know a lot about books.”

lifeinpublishing:

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(Submission from SpecialEdition87, thanks!)

(via abookblog)

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(Source: oh-mypotter, via books-cupcakes)

“Always carry a notebook. And I mean always. The short-term memory only retains information for three minutes; unless it is committed to paper you can lose an idea for ever.” — Will Self (via a-slightflush)

(Source: pavorst, via fallingglasscastles)

May 22

“I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.” — Ernest Hemingway (via bookishcee)

(via writerswillrelate)