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The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can’t read them.

Mark Twain (via historical-nonfiction)

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She read with conviction, with passion – and the women listened.

Terri de la Peña, from Margins (via the-final-sentence)

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How life should be proportioned.

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My grandkids always beat me at Rock Band. And I say, Listen, you may beat me at Rock Band, but I made the original records, so shut up.

Paul McCartney, February 2013 (via britishbeatlemania)

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The laughter made the hair on the back of her neck try to stand.

Robert Jordan, from Knife of Dreams (via the-final-sentence)

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F. Scott Fitzgerald Reads Shakespeare

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Be not the slave of your own past.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Our #BannedPick today is from Amelia from our Visual team. She picked John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath 🍇 – a book that was even publicly burned by the East St. Louis, IL Library in 1939. The book went on to win the Pulitzer in Fiction. The book is often challenged for vulgar language, religious insensitivity, and inappropriate sexual references. 📚

Why should you pick up a copy of Steinbeck’s novel? Amelia says: “Not only is The Grapes of Wrath beautifully written, but it is also timeless. Steinbeck’s sympathy for the working class allowed readers to fully grasp the inequalities and hardships faced by the middle- and working-classes during the Great Depression, which is to this day a divisive issue addressed by protest groups like Occupy Wall Street and Black Lives Matter.” 🙌

#MakeAmericaReadAgain #BannedBooksWeek #BanCensorshipNotBooks #✊ (at Strand Book Store)

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The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.

Coco Chanel

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He who rejects change is the architect of decay.

Harold Wilson

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Jonah Hill & Morgan Freeman

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That you could go from running to lifeless on the ground that quickly laid bare the randomness of death and its converse: the fragile randomness of life. If there was a God guiding our collective fates, I couldn’t see or feel Him anymore. He wasn’t with us there. It was just Benjy and me, smoking cigarettes, talking, and his machine gun.

A Iraq veteran reflects on friendly fire and the day he stopped believing in God: http://nyr.kr/1nzdEpd (via newyorker)

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“Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement.” ― George Eliot, Adam Bede

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I have been bent and broken, but — I hope — into a better shape.

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via bookmania)