When dead authors and current wordsmiths express matching sentiments about a subject:
"They dress a man up in peacock feathers and insist on looking at him that way. Up to the very last moment they hope for the best. They have a kind of foreboding as to what's on the other side of the coin, all right, but they wouldn't breathe a word of it, perish the thought! They keep pushing the truth away with both hands. Until such a time as the peacock man steps out of his feathers and personally crowns them fools."
-Crime & Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
"And so it goes one foot after the other till black and white begin to color in. And I know that holding us in place is simply fear of what's already changed."
-Sara Bareilles "Manhattan"
When other people cherish the books that have grown to be a part of your heart:
When you check out a book from the library and it still has the sign-out sheet in the back. All those people. All their stories. All the thoughts they thought while reading it.
When you read a line and it feels so perfect that you have to reach for a scrap of paper, the back of a receipt, or even your phone's notes section and write it down.
When you're traveling and notice someone is reading a book you've enjoyed.
On the airplane when everyone else has to put down their device but you smile and continue reading.
When you know the topography of a book so well that you can remember events just by looking at a stain or a crumpled page.
Now 'scuse me while I reply to a letter and elbow room for Crime & Punishment.
2 comments:
I love this post :) It's so very true. Also, I've never read Crime and Punishment. How is it?
Books, I'm not sure what I would do without them!
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