#ok

Living in a bookshop is like living in a warehouse of explosives. Those shelves are ranked with the most furious combustibles in the world--the brains of men. ↗

— Christopher Morley

#bookshop #bookshops #brain #ideas #mankind

Some men," Flamel irresistibly added, "think of books merely as tools, others as tooling. I'm between the two; there are days when I use them as scenery, other days when I want them as society; so that, as you see, my library represents a makeshift compromise between looks and brains, and the collectors look down on me almost as much as the students. ↗

— Edith Wharton

#men

In books I meet the dead as if they were alive, in books I see what is yet to come... All things decay and pass with time... all fame would fall victim to oblivion if God had not given mortal men the book to aid them. ↗

— Richard De Bury Translated by E.C.Thomas

#love-of-books #the-philobiblon #love

Some men borrow books; some men steal books; and others beg presentation copies from the author. ↗

— James Jeffrey Roche

#reading #men

It's not," Mormont told him. "Gods save us, boy, you're not blind and you're not stupid. When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne? ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#men

This book belongs to the most rare of men. Perhaps not one of them is yet alive. First the day after tomorrow must come for me. Some men are born posthumously. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#books #born #men #posthumous #tomorrow

In the moment when the eyes of the two men met, Javert, without having moved or made the least gesture, became hideous. No human emotion can wear an aspect so terrible as that of jubilation. He had the face of a fiend who has found the victim he thought he had lost. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#men

Brrr, who had never admired books particularly...didn't remember that a mere book might reek of sex, possibility, fecundity. Yet a book has a ripe furrow and a yielding spine, he thought, and the nuances to be teased from its pages are nearly infinite in their variety and coquettish appeal. And what new life can emerge from a book. Any book, maybe. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#men

Jeg er opvokset et sted, der er opkaldt efter krat og grøft, og jeg vil aldrig kunne vaske det væk fra mine årer, fra mit blod, fra min sved. Jeg blev formet dér, jeg blev støbt dér, jeg blev ødelagt dér, men jeg blev også til menneske og mand dér. ↗

— Olav Hergel

#menneske #opvokset #sleiman #men

After a few seconds of scraping, I realize what he has isn’t a trail, it’s a whole forest! Ack! Weren’t all men supposed to shave their chest and stuff nowadays? Whatever happened to having fuzz-free Hollywood heroes as role models? At least my embarrassment is completely foregone by the irritation at his lack of upkeep. The only thing distracting me now is that heady mix of musk, shaving cream and a distinctly…male scent. And God knows that is one seriously jeopardizing distraction. Especially with a whizzing needle in one’s hand. ↗

— Rucy Ban

#book-boyfriend #erotic #funny #inked #love