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One week of excerpts from The Phantom Tollbooth:1

 

brooklyn bridge neve
photo by Guinevere Stearns

“It seems to me that almost everything is a waste of time… I can’t see the point in learning to solve useless problems, or subtracting turnips from turnips, or knowing where Ethiopia is or how to spell February.” And, since no one bothered to explain otherwise, he regarded the process of seeking knowledge as the greatest waste of time of all.

from The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, 1961

As One

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photo by Sylvia

“Snowflakes are not made for solitude; each, with outflung arms, tangles and meshes with its neighbor; over time, they compress, become ice. But ice is mutable, even in the deepest cold. Inside a glacier, pressure and affinity will melt ice at temperatures far below freezing, so that two pieces, in contact with each other, melt and refreeze as one.”

from the book, Under a Pole Star by Stef Penney

A Week of Excerpts: 2

fog on the river w blue poles
photo by Wolfgang Stearns

“I bury my face in the pillow that smells of must and damp. Its cotton slip is as cold as marble. It is only here, alone and in the dark, that I can allow those thoughts some rein. Thoughts that come from nowhere, from dreams, taking me delirious hostage. I long for sleep again, because only in sleep can I slip the bonds of what is possible and right. But as I have found so often in life, what you truly long for eludes you.”

from the book, The Tenderness of Wolves, by Stef Penney