theniftyfifties:

Truman Capote in his apartment in Brooklyn Heights, New York City, 1958.  Photo by Slim Aarons.

theniftyfifties:

Truman Capote in his apartment in Brooklyn Heights, New York City, 1958.  Photo by Slim Aarons.

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recollective:

A student reads in her dorm room. Vassar College, 1950s. via Vassar College Archives

recollective:

A student reads in her dorm room. Vassar College, 1950s. via Vassar College Archives

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"A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man’s mind can get both provocation and privacy"

Edward P. Morgan

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"And so you go out with girl, and you’re driving. “So what are you reading right now?” And all too often, “Well, I’m not much of a reader.” WELL I’M NOT MUCH OF A DINNER BUYER. GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT."

Henry Rollins

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"Literature is that neuter, that composite, that oblique into which every subject escapes, the trap where all identity is lost, beginning with the very identity of the body that writes."

Roland Barthes, “The Death of the Author

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muteoilydiscolour:

A boy sits amid the ruins of a London bookshop following an air raid on October 8, 1940, reading a book titled The History of London.

muteoilydiscolour:

A boy sits amid the ruins of a London bookshop following an air raid on October 8, 1940, reading a book titled The History of London.

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"Those of us who have been true readers all our life seldom fully realise the enormous extension of our being which we owe to authors. We realise it best when we talk with an unliterary friend. He may be full of goodness and good sense but he inhabits a tiny world. In it, we should be suffocated. The man who is contented to be only himself, and therefore less a self, is in prison."

C. S. Lewis, An Experiment in Criticism

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