The writer feeds his book, he strengthens the parts of it which are weak, he protects it, but afterwards it is the book that grows, that designates its author’s tomb and defends it against the world’s clamour and for a while against oblivion. Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time You may also like:
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Faults in all places
For we sometimes blame times and places for faults that in fact will travel with us wherever we go. Seneca, Letters from a Stoic You may also like:
Knowing when to use digital versus paper
Digital technologies allow us to catch everything we hear in class. Whether through type or record, it’s easy to play stenographer in the iPhone era. The problem is that apps aren’t the best thinking tools. Because using pen and paper to write is slower, it forces your brain to think about what’s keeping and what […]
What do we read next?
We suffer from the infinity of choice, to what type of books we’re interested in, all the way down to the format we want to read them in. Amazon’s recommended book algorithms allay the frustration of making decisions by taking into account your past reads and what others have read to suggest what to consume […]
Are you an egg person or an onion person?
Introverts are egg people. They’re not hiding anything (per say), they are mostly reserved. And once they start to get comfortable, they are as open and talkative as anybody else. “Don’t think of introversion as something that needs to be cured,” writes Susan Cain in her book Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World […]
James Joyce: ‘Every life is in many days, day after day.’
“Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.” James Joyce, Ulysses You may also like: