The Sun Rose Slowly, As If It Wasn't Sure It Was Worth All The Effort.

The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort.

- Terry Pratchett; The Light Fantastic

It looked the sort of book described in library catalogues as 'slightly foxed', although it would be more honest to admit that it looks as though it had been badgered, wolved and possibly beared as well.

- Terry Pratchett; The Light Fantastic

Come get your fix, courtesy of Kurt Vonnegut.

Elaine Castillo, America Is Not The Heart Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit Ijeoma Umebinyuo, ‘Confessions’, Questions for Ada Mohamad Hafez, Baggage series Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited Anne Carson, ‘The Glass Essay’, Glass, Irony, and God Margaret Atwood, ‘November’, You Are Happy Richard Siken, ‘Boot Theory’, Crush

Euripides, from Hekabe; translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons: Four Plays

Text ID: I weep / for your endless tears. / Not for my life, not for my pain, not for my outrage / do I weep. / No. / For you.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle (via quotespile)