Ernest Hemingway, on choosing titles: “I make a list of titles after I’ve finished the story or the book—sometimes as many as one hundred. Then I start eliminating them, sometimes all of them.” Here, a list of possible titles for a book about his early Paris days, which eventually became A Moveable Feast. However, this title was not Hemingway’s preference; he had settled on The Eye and the Ear.
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.
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.
With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.
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.
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.
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