Only the nonreader fears books.
Never trust an ugly woman. She’s got a grudge against the world,′ said Grandma who was no oil painting herself.
She had eyes in the back of her heart.
As I pen these words to leave a lasting record, I wonder myself where it all began.
The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you.
I read because one life isn’t enough and in the pages of a book, I can be anybody.
We write by the light of every story we have ever read.
If you cannot find yourself on the page very early in life, you will go looking for yourself in all the wrong places.
We don’t write what we know. We write what we wonder about.
If you’re going to read minds, start with a simple one.
This is how you hold onto your family. You hold them with open hands so they are free to find futures of their own. It’s just that simple.
Because nobody but a reader ever became a writer.
When I read a good book, it’s like traveling the world without ever leaving my chair.
Writing is communication, not self-expression. Nobody in this world wants to read your diary except your mother.
I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing.
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