Think before you speak. Read before you think.
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.
Today a reader, tomorrow a leader.
Books. They are lined up on shelves or stacked on a table. There they are wrapped up in their jackets, lines of neat print on nicely bound pages. They look like such orderly, static things. Then you, the reader come along. You open the book jacket, and it can be like opening the gates to an unknown city, or opening the lid of a treasure chest. You read the first word and you're off on a journey of exploration and discovery.
All the wrong things in life will make sense at the write time.
Its not over when the curtains come down, its over when YOU choose not to perform anymore.
فكر قبل أن تتكلم، واقرأ قبل أن تفكر
No happiness in the writer, no happiness in the reader.
The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.
Better to work for yourself alone. You do as you like and follow your own ideas, you admire yourself and please yourself: isn’t that the main thing? And then the public is so stupid. Besides, who reads? And what do they read? And what do they admire?
The pale organisms of literary heroes feeding under the author's supervision swell gradually with the reader's lifeblood; so that the genius of a writer consists in giving them the faculty to adapt themselves to that - not very appetizing - food and thrive on it, sometimes for centuries.
Though the immediate impression of rebellion may obscure the fact, the task of authentic literature is nevertheless only conceivable in terms of a desire for fundamental communication with the reader.
Writing is a gift to both the writer and the reader.
Turn the page, your heroine is still there, breathe, relax, life is beautiful: you're in a book!
Reading to understand and writing to be understood.
Mwandishi lazima awe msomaji wa kila aina ya maandishi anayoweza kusoma. Akipanua upeo wake namna hiyo, kila atakachoandika kitaacha nukuu.
For when I trace back the years I have liv'd, gathering them up in my Memory, I see what a chequer'd Work Of Nature my life has been. If I were now to inscribe my own History with its unparalleled Sufferings and surprizing Adventures (as the Booksellers might indite it), I know that the great Part of the World would not believe the Passages there related, by reason of the Strangeness of them, but I cannot help their Unbelief; and if the Reader considers them to be but dark Conceits, then let him bethink himself that Humane life is quite out of the Light and that we are all Creatures of Darknesse.
I find that romance is for readers. I want adventures; they are for the living.
If you truly love a book, you should sleep with it, write in it, read aloud from it, and fill its pages with muffin crumbs.
The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
