zaridda: Lo soquando si è presi da questa passionee il cuore...

zaridda:

Lo so
quando si è presi da questa passione
e il cuore ha un peso rispettabile
non c'è niente da fare, Don Chisciotte,
niente da fare
è necessario battersi
contro i mulini a vento.

(Nazim Hikmet)

"To read a novel is to wonder constantly, even at moments when we lose ourselves most deeply in the..."

“To read a novel is to wonder constantly, even at moments when we lose ourselves most deeply in the book: How much of this is fantasy, and how much is real?”

- Orhan Pamuk, What Our Minds Do When We Read Novels (via bookmania)

caraincertezza: Diano d'Alba on Flickr. Fascinated by these...

caraincertezza:

Diano d'Alba on Flickr.

Fascinated by these hills ;)

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terrenonussbukorrek: misterdoor: Gli appunti per “Le città...

terrenonussbukorrek:

misterdoor:

Gli appunti per “Le città invisibili” di Italo Calvino

Italo Calvino'nun “Görünmez Kentler” için notları

"An illusion shared by everyone becomes a reality."

“An illusion shared by everyone becomes a reality.”

- Erich Fromm
(via fyp-philosophy)

theparisreview: To celebrate Halloween, we’re publishing a...

theparisreview:

To celebrate Halloween, we’re publishing a selection of excerpts from David J. Skal’s Something in the Blood, a biography of Bram Stoker, out this month with Liveright. Today: letters between Stoker and Walt Whitman, published in full for the first time in Something in the Blood. Stoker, moved by Leaves of Grass, was an ardent fan of Whitman—he and his Trinity College peers called themselves “Walt Whitmanites.” He kept his first letter to the poet, a meandering and adoring document, in his desk for four years before gathering the courage to send it.  

Read on here.