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quote 2017-08-16 23:16
You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.

—Madeleine L'Engle

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quote 2017-08-16 13:47
Here, the streets were so quiet. We were two miles from our old apartment. Easily, I could imagine how quickly a sort of amnesia might kick in; how tempting it would be to let this new silence swaddle us. 'Happiness' does not have to be synonymous with 'complacency' of course. But now I better understood how a person might unconsciously begin to draw the curtains, turning a home into a walled garden. Would we forget about our homeless neighbors if we were no longer living within earshot of one another? If we weren’t literally rubbing shoulders? On our first night in the new house, this seemed like something dangerous to guard against.

Karen Russell, “Looking for Home”
http://lithub.com/looking-for-home-karen-russell-on-americas-housing-catastrophe/

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text 2017-08-08 18:17
Advice
The Moonstone (Evergreens) - Wilkie Collins

"Study your wife closely, for the next four-and-twenty hours. If your good lady doesn’t exhibit something in the shape of a contradiction in that time, Heaven help you!—you have married a monster."

 

Oh, Mr. Collins!

 

Seriously, this book makes me smile a lot. :D

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quote 2017-08-06 19:50
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

—Martin Luther King Jr.

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text 2017-08-05 13:43
Alien
Corvus: A Life With Birds - Esther Woolfson

Chicken does not like to be ignored. She’ll pull insistently at the legs of my jeans as I cook or iron. She’ll try to knock the book from my hand if I don’t pay her attention, pecking at my sleeve or elbow to invite me to talk. Often she’ll burst, like the alien in Alien, through my newspaper, leaping on to my knee as I sit trying peaceably to read.

Esther Woolfson - Corvus: A Life With Birds 

 

 

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