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What an astonishing thing a book is
25 tirsdag sep 2012
25 tirsdag sep 2012
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03 fredag aug 2012
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Bilder, Cornelia Funke, Humor, John Waters, quotes, sitat, Stephen King
When asked, “How do you write?” I invariably answer, “One word at a time,” and the answer is invariably dismissed. But that is all it is. It sounds too simple to be true, but consider the Great Wall of China, if you will: one stone at a time, man. That’s all. One stone at a time.
– Stephen King
Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side of the half-open door. They were promising her a thousand unknown stories, a thousand doors into worlds she had never seen before.
– Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
It wasn’t until I started reading and found books they wouldn’t let us read in school that I discovered you could be insane and happy and have a good life without being like everybody else.
– John Waters
18 onsdag jul 2012
Posted Bilder
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15 søndag jan 2012
Jeg er en stor fan av Street art. Det finnes så mange grå betongklosser og bygninger, vei-delere, vegger og kantstein som hadde hatt godt av litt dekorering. Det burde vært lov til å male på dem – og da mener jeg male eller kanskje også grafitti, men absolutt ikke tagging. I noen land har de tatt konsekvensen av at folk blir triste av disse grå kolossene og de lar kunstnere dekorere ulike steder. Bloggen Street Art Utopia samler bilder av slik Street art, og her er noen av de flotteste bildene.
13 fredag jan 2012
13 tirsdag des 2011
Posted Bilder, Helligdager, Tro
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Posted by astridterese | Filed under Bilder, Humor
05 fredag aug 2011
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~ av Robert Frost