This week, we caught a glimpse of author Tao Lin's Murray Hill apartment in this cheeky review over at Vice. Though somewhat alarmed at the squalor of Lin's digs (seriously, can you blame us?), we found ourselves inspired to hunt down a few more shots of notable authors hanging out at home.
I usually get up at about 5:30, and I’m ready to have coffee by 6, usually with my husband. He goes off to his work around 6:30, and I go off to mine. I keep a hotel room in which I do my work—a tiny, mean room with just a bed, and sometimes, if I can find it, a face basin. I keep a dictionary, a Bible, a deck of cards and a bottle of sherry in the room.
Tove Jansson for writing things like this, as told through the voice of a little girl dictating a book about angleworms that split in two to her grandmother, "Presumably, everything that happened to them after that only seemed like half as much, but this was also sort of a relief, and then, too, nothing they did was their fault any more, somehow. They just blamed each other. Or else they’d say that after a thing like that, you just weren’t yourself any more."