Faber: Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land?
Faber: The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
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Faber: Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land?
Faber: The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over. So in a series of kindness there is, at last, one which makes the heart run over.
James Boswell
Quoted by Ray Bradbury in Fahrenheit 451
New video about feeling more alive and “The Hearth and the Salamander,” Part I of Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451, which we’re reading for the Nerdfighter Book Club.
We need not be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
How many people did you know that refracted your own light to you? People were more often [...] torches, blazing away until they whiffed out.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of the night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it has to tell of the night passing swiftly on toward further advances, but moving also toward a new sun.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
I know this is not strictly from Bossypants but it is being reblogged and there is nothing you can do about it.
If you retain nothing else, always remember the most important rule of beauty, which is: who cares?
Tina Fey, Bossypants
To say I’m an overrated troll, when you have never even seen me guard a bridge, is patently unfair.
Tina Fey, Bossypants
In most cases being a good boss means hiring talented people and then getting out of their way.
Tina Fey, Bossypants
BLORFT - Completely overwhelmed but proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to the stress with the torpor of a possum.
“Maybe it’s seventy years in the future and you found this book in a stack of junk being used to block the entrance of an abandoned Starbucks that is now a feeding station for the alien militia. If that’s the case, I have some questions for you. Such as: ‘Did we really ruin the environment as much as we thought?’ and “Is Glee still a thing?”
Tina Fey’s Bossypants (via an-oaky-afterbirth)
-the split oak forking overhead- -the capillary universe of leafless treetops threading the horizon- -cursive alphabets invented by our footprints- -the fibula of beach lying hard and gleaming below- -the bilious curdle of surf- -rock scatterings that drew invisible pentagrams between points- -the shape of the outcropping itself: a fallen maple leaf of stone-
Daniel Kraus, Rotters
Sometimes the dead stand in the way of progress.
Daniel Kraus, Rotters