One of my favorite places

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One of my favorite places in this area is a small artists community about twenty minutes south. Here I have found pottery, jewelry, photographs, and enjoyed countless lunches in great little restaurant. Every time I go to this little "town" I wander into the bookstore. And usually I walk out with a few new books to read. With my latest purchase came a bookmark with the address and name of the store, and this anonymous quote:

"A bookstore is one of the only pieces of physical evidence we have that people are still thinking."

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Hot Cup Lutheran said…
i love it! somedays i truly wonder if anyone is thinking... and then i realize, oh yeah that includes you hotcup... get a move on.
1/18/2010 7:15 PM
Bad Alice said…
Where are you visiting?

It is absolutely certain that walking into a bookstore will give me a sense of well being. If I'm in a real pickle, it might struggle to break through, but it almost always will. If they ever bottle the scent - new books plus coffee - I will get it.
1/18/2010 7:43 PM
Unknown said…
The quotation is by Jerry Seinfeld and one of my favorites.
1/18/2010 7:49 PM
Terri said…
oh, the bookmark says it is anonymous....but perhaps it is Seinfeld!
1/18/2010 7:53 PM
Jan said…
Wonderful quote! I wish I could go to that little town with you!
1/18/2010 10:32 PM
Terri said…
we would have a lot of fun exploring the shops....!
1/18/2010 10:40 PM
altar ego said…
What a great quote. I love towns like the one you describe. There's one about an hour from me that I just don't get to very often, and sadly, there's no bookstore! I love being in a bookstore. Just reading titles as I browse the stacks or tables is like consuming a feast.
1/19/2010 8:48 AM
Rev Nancy Fitz said…
Oh but when do you find or make time to read?
1/20/2010 6:59 PM
P-Squared said…
Praise for Seinfeld..or whomever said that! I feel that, too. Sometimes I wonder about whether folks in this part of the world still read books or if FOX News is their only source of information! (Oh...that was bad...)
1/21/2010 2:22 PM
Terri said…
P-Squared...in my area of the country I think FOX is the primary source of information...and that is really sad...
1/21/2010 4:54 PM
hip2b said…
I love the quote and wish it was for libraries too!
1/22/2010 9:35 PM
Crimson Rambler said…
oh what a wonderful quote... thank you!!
1/28/2010 7:04 PM
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