Books Worth Revisiting
Books worth revisiting throughout the years
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Books Worth Revisiting
12 Questions For Life
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Nightwood and the "Terror of Uncertain Signs” Laurentis
Nightwood by Djuna Barnes explores the ambiguity and uncertainty of signs and language through its stark and allusive narrative, challenging the reader's expectations and understanding of meaning.
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The Dip: A Little Book That Teaches You When to Quit (and When to Stick)
By Seth Godin, 2007
Self-help is a very flawed genre but this one is a gem. Maybe the best thing about it is that it really is short—more of a blog post than a book (but power to Godin for turning it into one).
I read this at just the right time, at a time in my life when I felt ... See more
By Seth Godin, 2007
Self-help is a very flawed genre but this one is a gem. Maybe the best thing about it is that it really is short—more of a blog post than a book (but power to Godin for turning it into one).
I read this at just the right time, at a time in my life when I felt ... See more
Nightwood by Djuna Barnes
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“Love becomes the deposit of the heart, analogous in all degrees to the ‘findings’ in a tomb. As in one will be charted the taken place of the body, the raiment, the utensils necessary to its other life, so in the heart of the lover will be traced, as an indelible shadow, that which he loves. In Nora’s heart lay the fossil of Robin, intaglio of her
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“The perfume that her body exhaled was of the quality of that earth-flesh, fungi, which smells of captured dampness and yet is so dry, overcast with the odour of oil of amber, which is an inner malady of the sea, making her seem as if she had invaded a sleep incautious and entire. Her flesh was the texture of plant life, and beneath it one sensed a
... See more"We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality. We sleep in a long reproachful dust against ourselves. We are full to the gorge with our own names for misery. Life, the pastures in which the night feeds and prunes the cud that nourishes us to despair. Life, the permission to know death. We were created that the earth might b
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