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thelifeguardlibrarian:

Ok, folks. Below is the START of a list of library/librarian-ish tumblrs. Please, if I’ve missed you or your tumblr bff, just drop a note in my ask or email. I’ll throw this in a link on my homepage and I’ll eventually sort by alpha, maybe even by type.

Celebrarians. Word.

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hopefully i’ll be on the list someday… ;) though i don’t post so much about library things, but i do sometimes.

— 1 year ago with 378 notes
#lit  #libraries  #librarians  #tumblr  #celebrarians 
"Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet, bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind."
Jeanette Winterson (via tacit-delinquency)

(Source: pleonasmus, via prettybooks)

— 1 year ago with 1443 notes
#books  #jeanette winterson  #lit  #quote  #reading  #quotation 
"God forbid that any book should be banned. The practice is as indefensible as infanticide."
Dame Rebecca West (via libraryland)
— 1 year ago with 90 notes
#banned books  #banned books week  #reading  #books  #censorship  #lit  #education  #freedom 
"What I want is a season of calm weather. Contemplation. I get this sometimes about 3 A.M. when I always wake, open my window and look at the sky over the apple trees."
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 17 August 1938 (via proustitute)
— 1 year ago with 196 notes
#Virginia Woolf  #lit  #prose  #diary  #seasons  #calmness  #contemplation  #windows  #sky  #trees 
"Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads – at least that’s where I imagine it – there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library."
Haruki Murakami (via troubled)

(via fixmypapercut)

— 1 year ago with 593 notes
#lit  #prose  #writings  #murakami