Ocupation: Writer
Life: March 28, 1914 - February 3, 1997
Birthday: March 28
Death: February 3
Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqeur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.
source: Bohumil Hrabal (1992). “Too Loud a Solitude”, p.4, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
topic: Beautiful, Heart, Blood, Blood Vessels, Heart And Brain