Not sure if I have an absolute favorite but here’s a few that have stuck with me over the years: 2666 by Roberto Balano, Collages by Anais Nin, Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins, The Magician’s Nephew by C.S. Lewis, The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides, The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway, and So The Wind Won’t Blow It All Away by Richard Brautigan.
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”—Anais Nin (via clavicola)
“Riot-swept Britain is tasting the “bitter fruit” of its failure to introduce Chinese-style controls on social networking sites like Twitter and Facebook, Chinese state media crowed on Tuesday, while raising questions over whether London could be trusted to stage a safe 2012 Olympic Games. “The West have been talking about supporting internet freedom, and oppose other countries’ government to control this kind of websites, now we can say they are tasting the bitter fruit [of their complacency] and they can’t complain about it,” wrote one commentator in official Communist Party mouthpiece, People’s Daily.”—London riots: international reaction - Telegraph