I asked him did he really love New York or was he just wearing the shirt. He smiled, like he was nervous. I could tell he didn’t understand, which made me feel guilty for speaking English, for some reason. I pointed at his shirt. “Do? You? Really? Love? New York?” He said, “New York?” I said, “Your. Shirt.” He looked at his shirt. I pointed at the N and said “New,” and the Y and said “York.” He looked confused or embarrassed, or surprised, or maybe even mad. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling, because I couldn’t speak the language of his feelings. “I not know was New York. In Chinese, ny mean ‘you.’ Thought was ‘I love you.’” It was then that I noticed the “I♥NY” poster on the wall, and the “I♥NY” flag over the door, and the “I♥NY” dishtowels, and the “I♥NY” lunchbox on the kitchen table. I asked him, “Well, then why do you love everybody so much?

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via iwanderandwonder)

Sometimes my hand starts to burn and I am convinced we are writing the same word at the same moment.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (via kelsobrien)
other-wordly:

pronunciation |  \ar-‘kA-dE-an\
timaspublishing:

A clear path from where you are to where you want to be on a friday. 

timaspublishing:

A clear path from where you are to where you want to be on a friday. 

(Source: firstbook, via teachmehowtolive)

prettybooks:

Fahrenheit 451 & His Dark Materials

prettybooks:

Fahrenheit 451 & His Dark Materials

(via hungry-for-books)

books-and-coffee-lover:

♡

hungry-for-books:

I’m in a John Steinbeck reading mood with no money to purchase any new novels and no way of borrowing from the library for at least another week.

bookshelfporn:

Suspended Books Magically Fill Swiss Tunnel

bookshelfporn:

Suspended Books Magically Fill Swiss Tunnel

I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.

Dave EggersA Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (via usuallycrazy)

(Source: appoggiaturas, via usuallycrazy)

cinderellainrubbershoes:

“Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is a proof that humans are capable of magic”
-Carl Sagan

cinderellainrubbershoes:

“Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is a proof that humans are capable of magic”

-Carl Sagan

(via hungry-for-books)