Ideas? My head is full of them, one after the other, but they serve no purpose there. They must be put down on paper, one after the other. —Camilo José Cela (via theparisreview)
The actors reading their character’s first appearance in the books
Ross Old Book Shop, Wye, Herefordshire. Ross Old Book & Print Shop is a traditional second-hand and antiquarian bookshop.
There are around 20,000 different titles on display, ranging from recent publications to 300-year-old rarities. New items are added every single day. You will find a good selection of past and present books on the Wye Valley, Forest of Dean and Wales. (photo courtesy of Hymer Club)
People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic. — Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale (via the-gwendolyn-reading-method)