January 2012
1 post
December 2011
1 post
3 tags
The only definition of a Londoner I followed was the people you see around you....
– Londoners - Craig Taylor
November 2011
1 post
October 2011
2 posts
I straightened up and looked out of the window at the dark clouds hanging over...
– Haruki Murakami - Norwegian Wood
June 2011
2 posts
2 tags
May 2011
5 posts
3 tags
Splendid to arrive alone in a foreign country and feel the assault of...
– Under The Tuscan Sun - Frances Mayes
The waterfall of problems with Benito, the financial worries, the language...
– Under the Tuscan Sun - Frances Mayes
(SO much better than the patronising movie makes this wonderful book out to be.)
Nowhere was the airport’s charm more concentrated than on the screens...
– Alain De Botton, A Week at the Airport: A Heathrow Diary
April 2011
2 posts
It’s funny now recalling the way it was at the beginning, because when I...
– Never Let Me Go - Kazuo Ishiguro
March 2011
3 posts
February 2011
5 posts
… helping ourselves to wine from the grass-covered gallon flask; it swung...
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms
Strange thoughts brew in your heart when you spend too much time with old books.
– The White Tiger - Aravind Adiga
These days my life I feel it has no purpose
But late at night the feelings swim...
– Sprawl II - Arcade Fire
January 2011
2 posts
December 2010
1 post
October 2010
2 posts
September 2010
2 posts
Prostitutes are not tolerated in London except in one street, Cock Lane.
– The Time Traveller’s Guide to Medieval England - Ian Mortimer.
HA.
August 2010
3 posts
Dust-colored stockings hang like cobwebs on the bathroom radiator, a lipstick...
– The Lacuna - Barbara Kingsolver
Fucking funny. →
July 2010
6 posts
On the Earth, we care only about our immediate surroundings. We watch comedy...
– David Eagleman, Sum, Tales From the Afterlives
And all throughout, the voices of Man reached Him with pleas for help,...
– David Eagleman: Sum, Tales From The Afterlives
June 2010
12 posts
Though I felt myself attentive to the complexities of Chloe’s nature, I...
– Essays in Love - Alain De Botton
(Thanks, Mr. Mackenzie !)
Unbelievable. →
The shit that goes on in America is ridiculous and disturbing. All of my lady friends should read this and be outraged.
Fuckin’ yeah. I love this song. And this video.
First Fig
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends — It gives a lovely light!
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Normally I like a bottle of Guinness stout when I need a nutritional hit, but...
– I’ve Tumblr’d this once. It’s time for another.
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/28/magazine/28fasttrack-t.html?pagewanted=3
A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
- Yeats
So this is what it would be like, me picking up his dirty socks and cigarette...
– Margaret Atwood, Under Glass.