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Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms around the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, in the starting cage.

David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

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The Times Square shuttle, New York, NY becomes an idyllic place.

via Keith Olbermann.

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Love was its own transparent bubble-dome: you could see the two inside it, but you couldn't get in there yourself.

Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake

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Little Free Libraries (via Quill & Quire) are popping up in Toronto neighborhoods. An awesome project proving libraries will live on.

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We'd been trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean. I realized that if we boosted one another, maybe we'd get a little closer.

Ruth Sepetys, Between Shades of Gray

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Remnants of an old Times Square where "from the 1960s to the early 1990s, the seediness of the area, especially due its go-go bars, sex shops, and adult theatres, became an infamous symbol of the city's decline." Every time I'm on 40th Street this sign never fails to spark my curiosity and captivate my imagination.

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bpNichol Lane, Toronto, Canada.

The eight-line poem is located in the Annex behind Coach House Books, a reputable indie publisher in Toronto. bpNichol (1944-1988) was a Canadian poet widely known for his concrete poetry, but his body of work also includes novels, short fiction, children's books, musical scores, comic book art, collage/assemblage, and computer text.

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Bookmobiles via Book Riot