Wednesday, May 26, 2010

fiction.


i cannot fathom life without a good book. its a dealbreaker for me. how could someone possibly be okay without some good literature snug on a shelf or on a bedside table?
my favourite books mean more to me that some of my friends do. its so easy to float into a dream world or escape into a better one when reading.
douglas adams has to be one of my favourite authors. another favourite book of mine of all time is the french children's story "the little prince". here are some lovely artworks and excerpts from both.

"Where are the people?" resumed the little prince at last. "It's a little lonely in the desert..."
"It is lonely when you're among people, too," said the snake.


"What makes the desert beautiful," says the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well."

All grown-ups were children first. (But few remember it).

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

"`You know,' said Arthur, `it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die from asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young.'
`Why, what did she tell you?'
`I don't know, I didn't listen.'"


Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.

Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the drug store, but that's just peanuts to space.