A place without books ...

A house without books is like a room without windows.

- Horace Mann.

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

- Marcus Tullius Cicero.

Writing and sanity:

I’m a writer.

Therefore, I am not sane.

– Edgar Allan Poe.

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No Music + Bad TV = Bad Mood + No Pages.

No Music + Bad TV = Bad Mood + No Pages.

– Hunter S. Thompson.

Pale Blue Dot: a Vision of the Human Future in Space, by Carl Sagan ... [excerpt]

From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it's different. Look again at that dot. That's here, that's home, that's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

- Carl Sagan

[Pale Blue Dot: a Vision of the Human Future in Space].

 

Dance Dance Dance, by Haruki Murakami ... excerpt

Along the way I stopped into a coffee shop. All around me normal, everyday city types were going about their normal, everyday affairs. Lovers were whispering to each other, businessmen were poring over spread sheets, college kids were planning their next ski trip and discussing the new Police album. We could have been in any city in Japan. Transplant this coffee shop scene to Yokohama or Fukuoka and nothing would seem out of place. In spite of which – or, rather, all the more because - here I was, sitting in this coffee shop, drinking my coffee, feeling a desperate loneliness. I alone was the outsider. I had no place here.

Of course, by the same token, I couldn't really say I belonged to Tokyo and its coffee shops. But I had never felt this loneliness there. I could drink my coffee, read my book, pass the time of day without any special thought, all because I was part of the regular scenery. Here I had no ties to anyone. Fact is, I'd come to reclaim myself.

― Haruki Murakami, [Dance Dance Dance].