aubreymcfato: My Books My Books (which do not know that I exist) Are as much a part of me as this visage With its grey hair at the temples and grey eyes That I look for vainly in glass surfaces And wonderingly run my curved hand over. And not without some logical bitterness It occurs to me that the essential words That most express me are not in... - http://angeloricci.tumblr.com/post...
Uno scrittore è una persona crudele, non nel senso della violenza ma della crudeltà mentale. E’ di volta in volta un mostro, un assassino, un imperatore. Gli scrittori sicuramente vanno all’inferno. - http://angeloricci.tumblr.com/post...
theroomaboveher:
“The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it’s overturned the order of the soul.”
— Leonard Cohen - http://angeloricci.tumblr.com/post...
maxime:
radel:
Visto che i gggiovani d’oggi leggono poco, i Grandi Classici della letteratura visti su Facebook. - http://angeloricci.tumblr.com/post...