Heidi, By Joanna Spyri
I ate them like salad, books were my sandwich for lunch, my tiffin and dinner and midnight munch. I tore out the pages, ate them with salt, doused them with relish, gnawed on the bindings, turned the chapters with my tongue! Books by the dozen, the score and the billion. I carried so many home I was hunchbacked for years. Philosophy, art history, politics, social science, the poem, the essay, the grandiose play, you name ’em, I ate ’em.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Jack Kerouac
Kerouac and Poetry of Travel
“Don’t use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use Poetry.” Jack Kerouac
His words were the inspiration of a whole generation. It is impossible to read his books and not getting the urge to hit the road. A bit of the spirit of Louis Vuitton over here, maybe?
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