What a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! I went in and found the table laden with books. I looked in and sniffed them all. I could not resist carrying this one off and broaching it. I think I could happily live here and read forever.
—Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary (via observando)
Sky is not a limit for me; because I have no limit for myself in life. Because life is a world full of risk taking and possibilities. No matter how hard or easy life is; I will always find a way to enjoy myself; even in the mist of circumstances; because problems is a sense of adventure in sheep’s clothing.
—Temitope Owosela (via observando)
Rain in an Oak Forest, Ivan Shishkin, 1891
Alexander Harrison (1853-1930)
Oil on canvas
Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts
Your house, being the place in which you read, can tell us the position books occupy in your life, if they are a defense you set up to keep the outside world at a distance, if they area dream into which you sink as if into a drug, or bridges you cast toward the outside, toward the world that interests you so much that you want to multiply and extend its dimensions through books.
—Italo Calvino (via observando)