“Over the years, whenever I've felt that little twinkle in the hairs on the back of my neck., as I encountered an original thought or observation in a fishing book, I've turned the corner of the page down.” YearsLittlesBookFeltSeaHairPagesRiversOriginalsFishesCornersBoatObservationNecksLakesFishingOriginal Thought Author:Arnold Gingrich
“Bubble gum angels swooped from top margins or scraped their wings between teeming paragraphs, maidens with golden hair dripped sea blue tears into the books spine, grape-colored whales spouted blood around a newspaper item (pasted in) listing arrivals to the endangered spieces list. Six hatchlings cried from shattered shells near an entry made on Easter. Cecilia had filled the pages with a profusion of colors and curlicues, candyland ladders and striped shamrocks.” MadeBookBloodSeaTearsColorHairSixPagesAngelBlueFilledWingsListsNewspapersGoldenBubblesCriedShellsEasterItemsLaddersMarginsGrapesShatteredSpineWhalesEntryParagraphArrivalsMaidensGumBubble GumGolden HairShamrocks Book:The Virgin Suicides: A Novel Source: The Virgin Suicides: A Novel
“Conrad placed on the title page an epigraph taken from Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene: "Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please" This also became Conrad's epitaph.” DoeSleepTakenSeaPleasePagesTitlesEasePortFaerieEpitaphSpenserEpigraphs Author:Joseph Conrad
“This is how space begins, with words only, signs traced on the blank page. To describe space: to name it, to trace it, like those portolano-makers who saturated the coastlines with the names of harbours, the names of capes, the names of inlets, until in the end the land was only separated from the sea by a continuous ribbon of text. Is the aleph, that place in Borges from which the entire world is visible simultaneously, anything other than an alphabet?” WorldEndsNamesSpaceSeaLandPagesVisibleMakersBlankAlphabetRibbonsCapesSaturatedBlank PagesBorgesHarbourCoastline Author:Georges Perec
“I wonder if I can write this history, or if on every page there will be some sneaking show of a bitterness I thought long dead. I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with the sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.” IfsThinkingWritingLongI CanShowsBlackHurtWonderBoysSeaPaperPagesLettersAncientWoundsSpiteSuspectsPensBitternessInkScarletScabs Book:Assassin's Apprentice: The Farseer Trilogy Source: Assassin's Apprentice: The Farseer Trilogy