my very personal treasure chest

So why do I write, torturing myself to put it down? Because in spite of myself I’ve learned some things. Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labelled ‘file and forget’, and I can neither file nor forget.

—Ralph Ellison (via wordpainting)

How wonderful it is, to be silent with someone.

—Kurt Tucholsky, from Schloss Gripsholm/Castle Gripsholm (via rosettes)

(Source: seabois, via rosettes)

shanpagnesoiree:

William S. Burroughs and Jack Kerouac, photographed by Allen Ginsberg in his East Village living room, 1953; from ‘Beat Memories: The Photographs of Allen Ginsberg,’ an exhibition organized by the National Gallery of Art and on view at NYU’s Grey Art Gallery until April 6, 2013.

shanpagnesoiree:

William S. Burroughs and Jack Kerouac, photographed by Allen Ginsberg in his East Village living room, 1953; from ‘Beat Memories: The Photographs of Allen Ginsberg,’ an exhibition organized by the National Gallery of Art and on view at NYU’s Grey Art Gallery until April 6, 2013.

(via wordpainting)

My life is a reading list.

—John Irving; A Prayer for Owen Meany (via wordpainting)