More and more I lived in books, they were my comfort, refuge, addiction, compensation for the humiliations that attended contact with the world outside.
I am a machine condemned to devour books.
I am reading The Lord of the Rings. I suddenly wanted to. I almost know it by heart, but I can still sink right into it. I know no other book that is so much like going on a journey. When I put it down to this, I feel as if I am also waiting with Pippin for the echoes of that stone down the well.
We are liable to miss the best of life if we do not know how to tingle, if we do not learn to hoist ourselves just a little higher than we generally are in order to sample the rarest and ripest fruit of art which human thought has to offer.
Reading a novel, War and Peace for example, is no Catnap. Because a novel is so long, reading one is like being married forever to somebody nobody knows or cares about.
As for being poisoned by a book, there is no such thing as that. Art has no influence upon action. It annihilates the desire to act. It is superbly sterile. The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.
In fiction, beauty was run-of-the-mill.
There will be more words written on Twitter in the next two years than contained in all books ever printed.
Even prisoners can escape if they have books.
Authors: The only people you thank for leaving you emotionally devastated.
All that is necessary for a student is access to a library.
But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?
You'll never be alone if you’ve got a book.
She loved the smell of books, the feel of books, the look of them on the shelf.
The book's always better than the movie.
Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.
Read books are far less valuable than unread ones. The library should contain as much of what you do not know as your financial means, mortgage rates, and the currently tight real-estate market alow you to put there.
And she is the reader who browses the shelf and looks for new worlds but finds herself.
I recognized it instantly. It was a made-up story, a fantasy, the tale of four kids who went through a magic wardrobe and found themselves in a strange new world. I'd read it more times than I could remember, and although I sneered at the thought of a magical land with friendly, talking animals, there were times when I wished, in my most secret moments, that I could find a hidden door that would take us allout of this place.
لا يدرك الناس أن كتابا واحدا قد يغير حياة انسان
