A Thousand Lives


“‘A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies’, said Jojen. ‘The man who never reads lives only one. The singers of the forest had no books. No ink, no parchment, no written language. Instead they had the trees, and the weirwoods above all. When they died, they went into the wood, into leaf and limb and root, and the trees remembered.'” (George R. R. Martin, A Dance With Dragons)

A Small Theory


“People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.” (Markus Zusak; The Book Thief)

“Take a deep breath and get to it!”

Harry PotterA random sentence, interpreted so it becomes a little story: A really creative idea, this Daily Post Prompt Connect the Dots – I decided to participate spontaneously. So I grabbed the next book that was at hand and it waaaas…..”Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” – in Spanish! Oh well. I felt the  temptation to cheat and pick another book. A profound book. Like “Pride and Prejudice”, maybe. Or “Romeo and Juliet”. Surely they would make this easy because every sentence would be quite philosophical. But to cheat is not my way and besides, this offers me an opportunity to tell you a little story of my life. After all, Harry Potter and I have a long and deep relationship… 😉 Continue reading



“Is there actually a word for this kind of inner conflict that overcomes you when you plan to go on a longer journey, but still have the possibility not to do it? The spirit seems to split in two parts: A courageous and youthful part of the brain that boldly, curiously and adventuresomely wants to break out of familiar conditions. And a risk-averse, convenient and matured part, that would rather anxiously stick to the familiar surroundings. But shortly after I decided to name this self-conscious wanderlust ‘Invakanz’ it disappeared with every step in fresh air like a slight headache.” (Walter Moers: The Labyrinth of Dreaming Books)