"If you wish to be truly free, you must love no one. But of course if you take that path you may also find that in the end you’re unloved."
— Boy, Snow, Bird
, Helen Oyeyemi
Magnificent 19th-Century Library Shelves 350,000 Books
Feast your eyes on the elegant grandeur of the Real Gabinete Português de Leitura (known in English as the Royal Portuguese Reading Room or the Royal Cabinet), a 19th-century library in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Constructed from 1880 to 1887 under the direction of architect Rafael da Silva e Castro, the magnificent library has the distinction of holding the largest and most valuable collection of Portuguese works outside of Portugal, with over 350,000 volumes filling its countless bookshelves.
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“oh, i will be cruel to you, marya morevna. it will stop your breath, how cruel i can be. but you understand, don’t you? you are clever enough. i am a demanding creature. i am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. but i am your servant. when you starve i will feed you; when you are sick i will tend you. i crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, i am debased. for you alone i will be weak.”
Book Picspams → Summer and Bird by Katherine Catmull
We lose our mothers and look for them everywhere.
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"If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it."
— Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister
, Gregory Maguire (via quotes-for-reference
When they come for you, her mother had once warned, you have to go. It’s not about wanting or not wanting.
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"He wants to draw a marble statue, not a person!" cries Iris.
“Then be marble for him, you fool,” says Margarethe. “Be bronze if he wants it; be glass; be oak. Be what he wants, or we go hungry.”
“He wants beauty,” says Iris, rubbing her nose. “He has a hound, and he wants beauty.”
Margarethe’s expression is blank. At last she says, “Then be beauty. Make-believe it."
— Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister
"In the lives of children, pumpkins can turn into coaches, mice and rats into human beings. When we grow up, we learn that it’s far more common for human beings to turn into rats."
— Gregory Maguire, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister (via liabilititties
"Never put your faith in a Prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a Witch."
— Catherynne M. Valente, In the Night Garden (via mashamorevna
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"Do you know the feeling when you start reading a new book before the membrane of the last one has had time to close behind you? You leave the previous book with ideas and themes—characters even—caught in the fibers of your clothes, and when you open the new book, they are still with you."
— The Thirteenth Tale
by Diane Setterfield
"Readers are fools. They believe all writing is autobiographical. And so it is, but not in the way they think. The writer’s life needs time to rot away before it can be used to nourish a work of fiction. it must be allowed to decay."
— "The Thirteenth Tale" by Diane Setterfield
"Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so."
— Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale
"I’ve nothing against people who love truth. Apart from the fact that they make dull companions. (…) What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? When the lightning strikes shadows on the bedroom wall and the rain taps at the window with its long fingernails? No. When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don’t expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid. What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safety of a lie."
— The Thirteenth Tale
, by Diane Setterfield
"There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic…"
— Margaret (The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield)
"People want to believe magic is nothing but clever deceptions, because to think it real would keep them up at night, afraid of their own existence."
— Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus