My name is Kat. I'm 24 and I live in California. I love reading and writing. This blog is mainly composed of stuff that inspires me and my obsession with books, with a dash of fangirling about favorite ships and TV shows. Ask me anything you like.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
If one reads enough books one has a fighting chance. Or better, one’s chances of survival increase with each book one reads.
Sherman Alexie (via thesearepeopleyouknow)
Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited; imagination encircles the world.
Albert Einstein (via wrists)
The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!
Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility (via planetickets)
Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen.
With wonder, she smiled. That such a room existed!
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via excessivebookshelf)
Why can’t people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?
David Baldacci, The Camel Club (via bookoasis)
The more you read, the better you will understand the art of writing.
Stacey O’Neale (via michellegraminski)
We who write tend to fall in love with our characters. We create impossible journeys — with extraordinary destinations — for our characters to take, and we place hideous obstacles in their way. But because we love them — we want them to get through safely, unscathed, and triumphant.
Lois Lowry, afterword to Gathering Blue (via distantheartbeats)
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him, a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.
Pearl S. Buck, as quoted in The 101 Habits of Highly Successful Screenwriters by Karl Inglesias. (via bookoasis)
“…I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.” —Franz Kafka, The Castle
