At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader.
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
Even bad books are books and therefore sacred.
A book is more than a verbal structure or series of verbal structures; it is the dialogue it establishes with its reader and the intonation it imposes upon his voice and the changing and durable images it leaves in his memory. A book is not an isolated being: it is a relationship, an axis of innumerable relationships.
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.
The art of not reading is a very important one. It consists in not taking an interest in whatever may be engaging the attention of the general public at any particular time. When some political or ecclesiastical pamphlet, or novel, or poem is making a great commotion, you should remember that he who writes for fools always finds a large public. A precondition for reading good books is not reading bad ones: for life is short.
She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.
In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro. (Everywhere I have sought peace and not found it, except in a corner with a book.)
The ability to read awoke inside of me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive.
Literature is my Utopia
Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.
Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.
The person who deserves most pity is a lonesome one on a rainy day who doesn't know how to read.
Personally, I am a hedonistic reader; I have never read a book merely because it was ancient. I read books for the aesthetic emotions they offer me, and I ignore the commentaries and criticism.
I'm old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.
There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.
How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the reading of a book.
I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them, those we spent with a favorite book.
Books may not change our suffering, books may not protect us from evil, books may not tell us what is good or what is beautiful, and they will certainly not shield us from the common fate of the grave. But books grant us myriad possibilities: the possibility of change, the possibility of illumination.
