I have no particular plan in life - and that's something I rather like. Most things that people do seem to me to be rather dull and silly. In my ideal life I'd be left alone to read
What we have in life that we can count on is who we are and where we come from, she thought absently. For better or worse, that is what we have to sustain us in our endevors, to buttress us in our darker moments, and to remind us of our identity. Without those things, we are adrift.
Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.
Yet who reads to bring about an end, however desirable? Are there not some pursuits that we practise because they are good in themselves, and some pleasures that are final? And is not this among them? I have sometimes dreamt, at least, that when the Day of Judgment dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards–their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble–the Almighty will turn to Peter and will say, not without a certain envy when he sees us coming with our books under our arms, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading.
I decided long ago that life's absurd. If you don't develop a sense of humor, it will drive you mad.
The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.
Reading is sometimes an ingenious device for avoiding thought.
They were perfectly suited. They would speak of books the livelong day and night and bore everyone else but themselves to distraction.
Book lust forever!
Surprise!-FitzChivalry
You will, I am sure, agree with me that... if page 534 only finds us in the second chapter, the length of the first one must have been really intolerable.
You're like, both like, Alexander the Great.' We can't both be Alexander.' Well sometimes I think you're two side of the same coin, and I'm the metal in between.
What should I get from books?” Alcide asked in French. That you are not alone — even along this broken tractor road. You need to know nothing else,” my father answered in French.
If you have feelings about reading, you feel the rhythm of prose or of a poem like music. It awakens something in your soul and then of course you study, read, you grow up and you begin to understand the message and that is the first step towards understanding life.
I followed her into the library. The pale light from our chamber below dissipated in the room, but I could still make out – my heart leapt at the sight – row after row, shelf above shelf, floor to ceiling, a city of books. Speck turned to me and asked, Now, what shall we read first?
Lire un bon livre, ça redonne envie de vivre, ça vous donne envie de partir, A la recherche du temps perdu.
A favorite song or tune may stay on your mind for hours. A good book will stay on your mind until you find another.
One bright day in the last week of February, I was walking in the park, enjoying the threefold luxury of solitude, a book, and pleasant weather.
When you learn to read you will be born again...and you will never be quite so alone again.
When a book and a head collide and a hollow sound is heard, must it always have come from the book?
