Photo
Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.
The Book of Disquiet

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.

The Book of Disquiet

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
The greatest need of our time is to clean out the enormous mass of mental and emotional rubbish that clutters our minds.
Thomas Merton

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

The greatest need of our time is to clean out the enormous mass of mental and emotional rubbish that clutters our minds.

Thomas Merton

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
I’ve always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I’m not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect.
Pessoa

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

I’ve always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I’m not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect.

Pessoa

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
The glacier knocks in the cupboard,The desert sighs in the bed,And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead.
Auden
-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the teacup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

Auden

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
Congratulations. You just found yourself a secret entrance.
Brandon Mull

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Congratulations. You just found yourself a secret entrance.

Brandon Mull

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

The Tempest

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I goTo heal my heart and drown my woeRain may fall, and wind may blowAnd many miles be still to goBut under a tall tree will I lieAnd let the clouds go sailing by…
Tolkien

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall, and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree will I lie
And let the clouds go sailing by…

Tolkien

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
your life is your lifedon’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.be on the watch.there are ways out.there is a light somewhere.it may not be much light butit beats the darkness.be on the watch.the gods will offer you chances.know them.take them.you can’t beat death butyou can beat death in life, sometimes.and the more often you learn to do it,the more light there will be.your life is your life.know it while you have it.you are marvelousthe gods wait to delightin you.
Betting on the Muse

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

Betting on the Muse

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
Friedrich Nietzsche

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

Friedrich Nietzsche

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.
James Joyce

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.

James Joyce

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
I slithered out of the sinkhole on my stomach. It was not the sexiest move I’d ever performed, but I was impressed nonetheless.
 Forever

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

I slithered out of the sinkhole on my stomach. It was not the sexiest move I’d ever performed, but I was impressed nonetheless.

 Forever

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.
T.S. Eliot

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still.

T.S. Eliot

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
I am fair and young, but the rose may fadeFrom this soft young cheek one day;Will you love me then ‘mid the falling leaves,
Harris

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

I am fair and young, but the rose may fade
From this soft young cheek one day;
Will you love me then ‘mid the falling leaves,

Harris

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop

Photo
There never can be a man so lost as one who is lost in the vast and intricate corridors of his own lonely mind, where none may reach and none may save.
Pebble in the Sky

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop 

There never can be a man so lost as one who is lost in the vast and intricate corridors of his own lonely mind, where none may reach and none may save.

Pebble in the Sky

-Seattle Mystery Bookshop