Thought for a snowy day from nickspeak.
“Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words reverberating in your head. “
Happy 67th birthday, Paul Auster! As a novelist, he is preoccupied with the concept of chance. At 14, Auster was standing next to a friend who was struck and killed by a bolt of lightning.
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