1. (Source: hesitantmonster, via bookporn)

  2. ifthecreekdontrise:

West Side Book Shop - Ann Arbor, MI

Clearing out some old iPhone photos.


    West Side Book Shop - Ann Arbor, MI

    Clearing out some old iPhone photos.

  3. bookishthingsblog:

Do Not Disturb


    Do Not Disturb

    (Source: facebook.com, via aquieterstorm)

  4. starry-eyed-wolfchild:

    The Old Butcher’s Bookshop, Paris

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  5. theurbanblabbermouth2:



The Wall Street walking in closet.
  6. theaebarber:

    Caravan Book Store, Los Angeles.

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  7. slightlyignorant:

"Love this little cozy spot" by Kimono Loco


    "Love this little cozy spot" by Kimono Loco

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  8. via fer1972:

    Anchor Books Covers by Edward Gorey

    Between 1953 and 1960, Edward Gorey was art director for the collection of paperbacks in Anchor Books. Gorey was in charge of design, typography and, in many cases, the illustration of the cover. These covers show his gaze on a lot of classic literature, and reconnect with a collection that many would like in our libraries…

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  9. macrolit:

    Great Expectations, Charles Dickens

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Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing. (Harper Lee)

I nearly always write, just as I nearly always breathe.
(John Steinbeck)

When I don’t write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.
(Anaïs Nin)

With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.
(Haruki Murakami)

I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.
(Carlos Ruiz Zafón)

He loved a book because it was a book; he loved its odor, its form, its title. What he loved in a manuscript was its old illegible date, the bizarre and strange Gothic characters, the heavy gilding which loaded its drawings. It was its pages covered with dust — dust of which he breathed the sweet and tender perfume with delight.
(Gustave Flaubert)

I whispered the thrilling words to myself, then lifted the book to my nose and breathed the ink from its pages. The scent of possibilities.
(Kate Morton)

This is how you read a novel: you inhale the experience. So start breathing.
(Azar Nafisi)

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