From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Saturday, October 24, 2009

New format...

I have been inspired* by one of my favorite author's blogs. The way she writes is much more inline with the way I think**. Stay tuned for more exciting blog posts that are *** easier to read.

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* When am I not inspired by something I see online? I mean Blogs are perfect for getting inspired by something^.

^ In my case it is usually more than one something. Thus I get woefully overwhelmed with the cool things I could be doing, but am not.

** Which is all over the place, obviously.

*** hopefully!
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