reading-books

Read a good book every day. Books help to educate the soul. The mere joy of learning something new will instill the will to live in you.

I read. The more you read, the more the world opens up to you... and the happier you are and more comforted you feel. It's up to you. No you is educated who cannot educate himself.

He who doesn't see the essence of books shall surely be ruled by those who find and value the real essence of books.

If a nation reads what is good with a good understanding, it gets a good understanding for a good nation building!

It is equally important to learn from experience and from books.

Real mystery - the very reason to read (and certainly write) any book - was to them a thing to dismantle, distill and mine out into rubble they could tyrannize into sorry but more permanent explanations; monuments to themselves, in other words. In my view all teachers should be required to stop teaching at age thirty-two and not allowed to resume until they're sixty-five, so that they can live their lives, not teach them away - live lives full of ambiguity and transience and regret and wonder, be asked to explain nothing in public until very near the end when they can't do anything else. Explaining is where we all get into trouble.

An entire life spent reading would have fulfilled my every desire; I already knew that at the age of seven. The texture of the world is painful, inadequate; unalterable, or so it seems to me. Really, I believe that an entire life spent reading would have suited me best. Such a life has not been granted me...

Books whose topics I thoroughy depsise are accapteble because they often force the reader to think and to examine his own beliefs. In an age where most people are either blindly obedient or radical, exposing oneself to the ideas contained in even the most controversial of books is a good thing.

Editors can be stupid at times. They just ignore that author__ intention. I always try to read unabridged editions, so much is lost with cut versions of classic literature, even movies don__ make sense when they are edited too much. I love the longueurs of a book even if they seem pointless because you can get a peek into the author__ mind, a glimpse of their creative soul. I mean, how would people like it if editors came along and said to an artist, __hoops, you left just a tad too much space around that lily pad there, lets crop that a bit, shall we?_. Monet would be ripping his hair out.

If the novel is dead, I'm a necrophiliac.

Description is what makes the reader a sensory participant in the story. Good description is a learned skill,one of the prime reasons you cannot succeed unless you read a lot and write a lot. It's not just a question of how-to, you see; it's a question of how much to. Reading will help you answer how much, and only reams of writing will help you with the how. You can learn only by doing.

(...) perfectly ordinary books, printed on commonplace paper in mundane ink. It would be a mistake to think that they weren't also dangerous, just because reading them didn't make fireworks go off in the sky. Reading them sometimes did the more dangerous trick of making fireworks go off in the privacy of the reader's brain.

Reading makes immigrants of us all. It takes us away from home, but, most important, it finds homes for us everywhere.

People should read more.

She read novels. One book after another, sometimes at the rate of one a day, for a solid year. An acceptable form of escape that didn__ leave a hangover.

And now if you'll excuse me, I should like to finish my book, alone, without the presence of a single ringleted girl to disrupt me. If you should come for me at dinner and find me in my chair, gone to the angels at last, you shall know that I died alone, which is to say in a state of utter bliss.

At the end of the afternoon she tore herself away from the story to go and buy some tobacco. This would be tricky on a holiday, but never mind, it was mainly a pretext so the story could settle and she'd have the pleasure of meeting up with her new friend again a bit later on.

This is one of the defining sorrows of books: that we cannot see one another.