"The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both things it can kill." — Barbara Kingsolver, “The Poisonwood Bible.” (via kenzieroo23)

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"Ever see yourself doing something in the past and no matter how many times you remember it you still want to scream stop, somehow redirect the action, reorder the present?" — House of Leaves (via littlewriters)

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"You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams." — L.M. Montgomery (via mysharona1987)

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eros-turannos:

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Western Canadian Literature: “The prairie is cold and empty, like my marriage.”

Eastern Canadian Literature: “The sea is cold and empty, like my marriage.”

Cultural differences.

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“Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.” ― Gabriel García Márquez

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“Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.” ― Gabriel García Márquez

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"October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds." — J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets 
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"The ultimate meaning to which all stories refer has two faces: the continuity of life, the inevitability of death." — Italo Calvino (via growliestperviesteverrrr)

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"(I go to sleep on present anxieties with a nervous smile)" — Jack Kerouac,Visions of Cody (via pagesandwords)

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"I’ve decided to make myself strong. As far as I can tell, that’s all I can do." — Haruki Murakami (via infragilis—et—tenera)

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I'm a 19-year-old book blogger from Toronto, Ontario. This blog is a response to the people who ask me what books I read and what they're about. Through this blog I intend to review and blog about my interest in books. I'm currently reading The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two by Catherynne M. Valente and Where I'm Calling From by Raymond Carver.