Lonely Tranquility

A blog about literature and the obsession of reading

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A flower
falls from his eye
and blooms in a stranger’s mouth.
Paul Auster, ‘Scribe’ (Ground Work, 1991)

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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no moral ever dared to dream before.
Edgar Allan Poe (via iamnormanbates)
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