Shakespeare and Company is the world’s greatest bookstore. That’s not based on opinion or plagiarism of opinion. It’s fact.Read more "Shakespeare and Company: Paris’s Greatest Bookstore"
Anthony Bourdain, Kitchen Confidential. 2000. “Bobby was noisily rear-ending the bride. She was bent obligingly over a fifty-five gallon drum, her gown hiked up over her hips. Bobby’s apron was up, resting over her back as he pumped away furiously, the young woman’s eyes rolled up into her head, mouth whispering, “Yess, yess… good… good…” […]Read more "“Kitchen Confidential: Food is Sex” by Anthony Bourdain"
Chapter 12. Page 32, of my copy. Bukowski’s Post Office is a landmark novel for many, the perfect kind of paperback to toss in your sack for a train, a Chunnel, or the overnights spent on the back bench of your Toyota. It gives comfort to the lonely and hope to the hopeless, because that’s precisely […]Read more "Why Charles Bukowski Was the Absolute Best"
1915. In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie […]Read more "“In Flanders Fields” by John McRae"
“Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified… is not a crime.” – Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)Read more "Ernest Hemingway. Paris, France."
“I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.” – Frank Kafka (1883-1924)Read more "Franz Kafka. Prague, Czech Republic."
“No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it.” – Fernando Pessoa (1888-1935)Read more "Fernando Pessoa. Lisbon, Portugal."
1833. Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.Read more "“Ulysses” by Alfred Tennyson"
1818. I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped […]Read more "“Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley"
“There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.” – Jane Austen. Proud Londoner. Noted woman.Read more "Kolby Did London: A Homecoming"