December 2011
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“What are you doing that for, to me of all people?!” she muttered, and...”
– Dostoevsky’s “Crime and Punishment”
“I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees”
– Pablo Neruda (via high-delirium)
pavorst:
I bought a book from an old friend yesterday. As I was leaving, she told me to destroy it. She told me to dog-ear it, to demolish it, to underline and write notes and just love it. “This is how a book knows that you love it”, she told me, handing over my change. Today, I will love my book properly.
