My local rescue has a program called Book Buddies where kids read to sheltered cats to keep them from being lonely.
9:29 am • 9 February 2014 • 182,062 notes
“-There’s something about a… an unfinished piece of work, a… a thing like this where… do you see? Where perfection is still possible? Because it’s there, it’s there all the time, all the time you work trying to uncover it.”
— William Gaddis, The Recognitions (via doctorsax)
10:55 pm • 24 January 2014 • 3 notes
“Dostoevsky’s dead," said the citizeness, but somehow not very confidently.
“I protest!” Behemoth exclaimed hotly. “Dostoevsky is immortal!”
— Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita (via bratya-karamazovy)
8:10 am • 17 December 2013 • 16 notes
“Sometimes I think whatever has happened since has been of no real interest to me.”
— Revenge, Ellen Gilchrist (via under-the-volcano)
8:09 am • 17 December 2013 • 9 notes
“I always give books. And I always ask for books. I think you should reward people sexually for getting you books. Don’t send a thank-you note, repay them with sexual activity. If the book is rare or by your favorite author or one you didn’t know about, reward them with the most perverted sex act you can think of. Otherwise, you can just make out.”
— John Waters on gift-giving. (via unicornology)
7:18 pm • 12 December 2013 • 10,535 notes
“—Why are you beautiful? he demanded. Her eyes opened more widely, and she tried to lower her face. —Why are you? he repeated, looking at her. She did pull her chin back, and lower her face, silent. —Because you … I look at your face, this flesh and bone so many inches high and wide, and the nose sticking out, and the … the punctures of nostrils, and your lips and I … why should that be beautiful, anyhow. What is it? … and Otto’s voice was suddenly constricted, —What is beauty … He cleared his throat, —that your face should be beautiful?” …
—If it is not beautiful for someone, it does not exist, she said.
— William Gaddis — from The Recognitions (via slothnorentropy)
6:00 pm • 12 December 2013 • 6 notes
“"Traces of nobility, gentleness and courage persist in all people, do what we will to stamp out the trend. So, too, do those characteristics which are ugly… There is no need to sally forth, for it remains true that those things which make us human are, curiously enough, always close at hand. Resolve then, that on this very ground, with small flags waving and tinny blast on tiny trumpets, we shall meet the enemy, and not only may he be ours, he may be us."
11:36 am • 26 November 2013 • 3 notes
“Hair and drug-use issues notwithstanding, I’ve never thought of you as any less than professional.”
— Thomas Pynchon, Inherent Vice (via gunsandposes)
11:16 pm • 15 June 2013 • 17 notes
“It’s been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment. But I tell you there is no such message, no such home — only the millions of last moments … nothing more. Our history is an aggregate of last moments.”
— Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow, V148 (via cerebralnausea)
8:47 pm • 13 April 2013 • 8 notes