reading

Be calm. Keep reading.

I loved books, even as I loved the similar way opium had of transporting a mind elsewhere

Cry while writing it, and readers will cry while reading it.

A person, for example, reads in adulthood a book that is important for him, and it makes him say, "How could I have lived without reading it!" and also, "What a pity I did not read it in my youth!" Well, these statements do not have much meaning, especially the second, because after he has read that book, his life becomes the life of a person who has read that book, and it is of little importance whether he read it early or late, because now his life before that reading also assumes a form shaped by that reading.

There are few finer or more innocent pleasures than talking books to one who knows. There may be joy in heaven- I am told there is- but the evidence is not conclusive, and I'll take mine here in my library.

The more you read, the more you write, and the more you free yourself to do so, the better writer you will become.

Sara couldn't help but think that she had somehow missed the moment when life was meant to begin. For a long time she had simply drifted through it, reading. While everyone around her was teenaged, unhappy, and foolish, this hadn't been a problem. But then suddenly everyone had grown up around her, and she had done nothing but read.

If e-book readers were invented before print books, (petty things such as) the smell of ink would have been some people__ only reason for not abandoning e-books.

What I__ suggesting then is that much of our response to novels may have to do with the kind of __ystem_ or __onversation_ we grew up in and within which we had to find a position and establish an identity.

I had reached a juncture in my reading life that is familiar to those who have been there: in the allotted time left to me on earth, should I read more and more new books, or should I cease with that vain consumption--vain because it is endless--and begin to reread those books that had given me the intensest pleasure in my past.

A book was mere paper splattered with ink until a reader__ mind gave it life.

Books are my greatest treasures.

An unliterary man may be defined as one who reads books once only. . . . We do not enjoy a story fully at the first reading. Not till the curiosity, the sheer narrative lust, has been given its sop and laid asleep, are we at leisure to savour the real beauties. Till then, it is like wasting great wine on a ravenous natural thirst which merely wants cold wetness.

It is rather whenWe gloriously forget ourselves, and plungeSoul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound,Impassioned for its beauty and salt of truth--'Tis then we get the right good from a book.

And reading itself is an amazing activity: You glance at a thin, flat object made from a tree...and the voice of the author begins to speak inside your head. (Hello!)

The arts are the best Time Machine we have." C. S. Lewis

I read nonfiction for information, fiction for truth.

The better the school library, the higher the reading scores.