I don’t know about you, but my home is full of books. Bookcases line the walls of my lounge and my office, the shelves sagging under the weight. And there are more books squirreled away, hidden in boxes, under the beds. Which is probably why, of all shops, I feel most at home and at my happiest in bookstores. Here are a few quotes from like-minded souls.
“You see, bookshops are dreams built of wood and paper. They are time travel and escape and knowledge and power. They are, simply put, the best of places.” —Jen Campbell
“Browsing through the shelves in bookstores or libraries, I was completely happy.” —Louis L’Amour
“I have gone to [this bookshop] for years, always finding the one book I wanted—and then three more I hadn’t known I wanted.”
—Mary Ann Shaffer
“Don’t patronize the chain bookstores. Every time I see some author scheduled to read and sign his books at a chain bookstore, I feel like telling him he’s stabbing the independent bookstores in the back.” —Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I will end on that quote from the centenarian poet, publisher and co-founder of City Lights Bookstore, San Francisco…..a bookstore that I will be visiting in the next few days. One of many of San Francisco’s independent bookstores on my “to visit” list.
If it’s been as manic at your home as it has been at ours over the last few days….getting ready for Christmas – mowing lawns and weeding gardens (one of the negatives of having Christmas in summer here in New Zealand) and tidying and decorating the house….and getting rid of a years accumulated rubbish….cleaning off the outdoor furniture for Christmas lunch in the garden – you’ll need to smile, chuckle even…..perhaps even a hearty Ho Ho Ho! Here are a few humerous quotes gleaned from the NET.
Santa Claus had the right idea. Visit people only once a year
Christmas is always a problem to the man who has to convince his kids that there is a Santa Claus, and his wife that there isn’t.
I once bought my kids a set of batteries for Christmas with a note on it saying, toys not included.
You can just hear Santa saying Ho, Ho, Ho, when you receive your credit card statement in January.
You can tell a lot about a person by the way they handle three things: a rainy day, lost luggage and tangled Christmas tree lights.
This Christmas I’ve decided to put mistletoe in my back pocket so all the people I don’t like can kiss my ass!
I try not to eat too much at Christmas lunch….I need to leave room for alcohol to tolerate the in-laws.
It isn’t Christmas until you push your body to the brink of diabetes and alcoholism.
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, but if the white runs out I’m happy with a red or a rosé.
When someone asks – where is your Christmas spirit – is it wrong to point to the liquor cabinet?
When you stop believing in Santa……you get socks!
It’s all fun and games until Santa checks the naughty list!
1 day of coal….364 days of fun…..I’ll take my chances.
here’s one for the feminists – A virgin birth I can believe….but 3 wise men? Come on! Now, if it had been 3 wise women…..they would have asked for directions, got there on time, helped to deliver the baby, brought proper – practical gifts, cleaned the stable, made a casserole and there would be peace on earth.
Christmas – the only time of year that its OK to sit and look at a dead tree and eat candy out of a sock.
Dear Santa – please don’t mix it up like you did last year – I said I wanted a slim body and a big fat bank account!
Parental warning – Dear Santa – I’ve been good all year……well most of the year……well once in a while – it’s difficult to stay positive….never mind…..I’ll buy my own stuff….you judgemental bastard!
And a few pictoral jokes……
Hope I haven’t offended too many people. Merry Christmas and a Hap….Hap….Happy New Year!