The book scorpion (Chelifer cancroides) is a tiny pseudoscorpion that preys on booklice and other small insects commonly found in houses.
Library of St. Pauls Cathedral, London, Britain
Flying books looking readers / Vuelan los libros buscando lectores (ilustración de Chi Chung)
It seems like many people think that if you drive yourself crazy, then you can write. I’m absolutely not interested in that. It made sense to me to be as whole and well as I could be, and as happy. I wanted to see what a fortunate life would produce. What writing would come out of a mind that didn’t try to torment itself? What did I have to know? What did I have to do rather than what can I torment and bend myself into doing? What was the fruit on that tree?
London has installed 50 book-themed benches. See them all here: