0 ratings (0.0 avg)
0 reviews

Alan Robinson

Add friend

Alan’s Bookshelves

to-read‎ (0)

currently-reading‎ (0)

read‎ (0)

Stats | More…

“All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.”
― Thomas Wolfe, Of Time and the River: A Legend of Man's Hunger in His Youth

58 likes

“The thought of these vast stacks of books would drive him mad: the more he read, the less he seemed to know — the greater the number of the books he read, the greater the immense uncountable number of those which he could never read would seem to be…. The thought that other books were waiting for him tore at his heart forever.”
― Thomas Wolfe, Of Time and the River: A Legend of Man's Hunger in His Youth

tags: books, literature, reading, words

52 likes

“And this haunting and lonely memory is due probably to the combination of two things: the ghastly imitation of swarming life and metropolitan gaiety in the scene, and the almost total absence of life itself.”
― Thomas Wolfe, Of Time and the River: A Legend of Man's Hunger in His Youth

4 likes

“The traveller gets out, walks up and down the platform, sees the vast slow flare and steaming of the mighty engine, rushes into the station, and looks into the faces of all the people passing with the same sense of instant familiarity, greeting, and farewell,--that lonely, strange, and poignantly wordless feeling that Americans know so well.”
― Thomas Wolfe, Of Time and the River: A Legend of Man's Hunger in His Youth

7 likes

“The ripe, the golden month has come again, and in Virginia the chinkapins are falling. Frost sharps the middle music of the seasons, and all things living on the earth turn home again... the fields are cut, the granaries are full, the bins are loaded to the brim with fatness, and from the cider-press the rich brown oozings of the York Imperials run. The bee bores to the belly of the grape, the fly gets old and fat and blue, he buzzes loud, crawls slow, creeps heavily to death on sill and ceiling, the sun goes down in blood and pollen across the bronzed and mown fields of the old October.”
― Thomas Wolfe, Of Time and the River: A Legend of Man's Hunger in His Youth

tags: and-chinkapins, apples, autumn, chestnuts, cider, death, flies, october

23 likes

More of Alan’s quotes…