“Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill. Without books, the development of civilization would have been impossible. They are engines of change (as the poet said), windows on the world and lighthouses erected in the sea of time. They are companions, teachers, magicians, bankers of the treasures of the mind.
Books are humanity in print.”—Barbara W. Tuchman (via slekes)
“Are you conscious of the restful influence which the stars exert? To me they are the most soothing things in Nature. I am proud to say that I don’t know the name of one of them. The glamour and romance would pass away from them if they were all classified and ticketed in one’s brain. But when a man is hot and flurried, and full of his own little ruffled dignities and infinitesimal misfortunes, then a star bath is the finest thing in the world.”—Arthur Conan Doyle (via slekes)
I was asked by a friend today if one of my requirements for enjoying something was the crazy fandom.
The funny thing is that most of the stuff I really really enjoy, I discover without ever knowing how crazy the fandom is. A few shows I discovered without knowing of their crazy fandoms ahead of time: Merlin, Sherlock, MLP, and Hetalia. Just to name a few.
And then after I fall in love with the shows, I become a part of the crazy fandoms. So, no. I don’t need to have a crazy fandom to enjoy something. But, it certainly makes it more entertaining once I’m in!
I can’t lie though. I entered the Doctor Who fandom knowing exactly what I was getting myself into.
“Perhaps we dont like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong.”—Sufjan Stevens (via atomos)
I have at least 5 pages to write of a paper due Monday (hopefully I can lessen this as the week progresses), a difficult test to study for on Monday, the holiday show to go see at my college’s theatre, get with my partner to work on our presentation, start watching MLP with a friend who’s never seen it before, and if I can, fit in LotR:Fellowship.
And it’s only Tuesday…
EDIT: And now another of my friends is having a movie night on Saturday and I need to make a 30 second ad on something (I need that done by my final in about 2 weeks, but I can’t exactly work on it at home either…). Need to figure that out so I’m not constantly distracted by the idea of what I might do and start finding stuff to make said ad. No need to cut down on my already limited time to get all this shit done.
“We all need someone to look at us. we can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. the first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. the second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. they are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. they are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. this happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. people in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need. then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. one day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark. and finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. they are the dreamers.”—Milan Kundera (via venebelle)
“We are the people of the book. We love our books. We fill our houses with books. We treasure books we inherit from our parents, and we cherish the idea of passing those books on to our children. Indeed, how many of us started reading with a beloved book that belonged to one of our parents? We force worthy books on our friends, and we insist that they read them. We even feel a weird kinship for the people we see on buses or airplanes reading our books, the books that we claim. If anyone tries to take away our books—some oppressive government, some censor gone off the rails—we would defend them with everything that we have. We know our tribespeople when we visit their homes because every wall is lined with books. There are teetering piles of books beside the bed and on the floor; there are masses of swollen paperbacks in the bathroom. Our books are us. They are our outboard memory banks and they contain the moral, intellectual, and imaginative influences that make us the people we are today.”—Cory Doctorow (via atomos)
… but… but… this part broke my heart… The second they told me to put him in there all I could this was “Well this can’t end well…” And then he does that laugh and I was like “I hate being right… Why Wheatley?!”
“I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy. And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child. I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Yet it is not the same. Books are, for me, it must be said, the most important thing; what I cannot forget is that there was a time when they were at once more banal and more essential than that. When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.”—Diane Setterfield (via atomos)
“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost. The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”—J.R.R. Tolkien (via atomos)
“Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.”—Rosemaire Urquico (via atomos)