Each reader is but one chapter in the life of a book, and unless he passes his knowledge onto others, it is as if he condemned the book to be buried alive.
I love this. Readers have a responsibility to the text that extends beyond merely reading it; and a book fights for air unless its readers fight to save it.
It is right that the murder of many people be mourned and lamented.
Even the best weapon is an unhappy tool.
What do they do, the singers, tale-writers, dancers, painters, shapers, makers?
Five principles for embracing uncertainty.
Where to give all your precious fucks.
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