1. shallowsprings:

⊱ crystals ⊹ fantasy ⊹ nature ⊰
  2. "Print will never die. There’s no substitute for the feel of an actual book. I adore physically turning the pages, and being able to underline passages and not worrying about dropping them in the bath or running out of power. I also find print books objects of beauty."

    J.K Rowling. (via mysharona1987)

    She explained exactly how I feel,about physical books

    (via thegreatgherkin87)

    (via ilovereadingandwriting)

  3. simonbooks:

Our question precisely!

    simonbooks:

    Our question precisely!

    (Source: bhampublib, via malapropsbookstore)

  4. 
library by Kristiana Zelca
  5. Always a reblog!

    Always a reblog!

    (Source: october-glory, via fabric-of-a-gentleman)

  6. homemade-appalachian-whiskey:

If this was a little more disorganized I’d say it was the work desk of Sherlock Holmes.

    homemade-appalachian-whiskey:

    If this was a little more disorganized I’d say it was the work desk of Sherlock Holmes.

    (via fabric-of-a-gentleman)

  7. slightlyignorant:

"Cornell Library Nook" by patrix99

    slightlyignorant:

    "Cornell Library Nook" by patrix99

    (via wordpainting)

  8. austinkleon:

    Photographs of writers at work.

    Note how many standing desks! See also a great book on the subject, The Writer’s Desk.

    Filed under: work spaces

    (via bookporn)

  9. wordpainting:

Now who the hell could ever read too much?!?

    wordpainting:

    Now who the hell could ever read too much?!?

    (Source: thealanmoore)

About

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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