I libri la rincuoravano quando era triste e scacciavano la noia mentre Mo tagliava, rilegava, incollava pagine ormai logore, rese fragili da anni e anni d’uso sotto le innumerevoli dita che le avevano sfogliate.
These programs and reading series are the fruit of an intellectually exhausted literacy industry that lost its way long ago, even as we mutely accepted its misguided agenda – to complicate reading and literacy so that we will purchase its programs and materials.
Bean felt a rush of sweet nostalgia for the woman who had introduced us to E. Nesbit and Edward Eager and Laura Ingalls Wilder...
Wo nehm ich nur all die Zeit her, so viel nicht zu lesen?
Colleges should offer lots of optional life-enriching experiences, like intramural basketball and a place to sunbathe. But reading books, like basketball or sunbathing, is a leisure activity, neither more nor less admirable than any other, and colleges should not pretend otherwise.
Too many thousands of opened books yawned between them and him. He had exiled himself.
There’s a story behind every Bookworm”!
Every reading is a misreading.
Read what you like, not what you’re told to like. That way you’ll read for a lifetime.
We read to know we’re not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone.
I am most interested in encouraging Christians to think and read well. Christians, of all people, should reflect the mind of their Maker. Learning to read well is a step toward loving God with your mind. It is a leap toward thinking God’s thoughts after Him.
I don’t have a lot of time. I can give a poem a couple of lines, a short story a paragraph, and a novel a few pages, then if I can stop reading without a sense of loss, I do, and I go on to something else.
The reading of great books has been a life altering activity to me and, for better or worse, it brought me singing and language-obsessed to that country where I make my living. Except for teaching, I’ve had no other ambition in life than to write books that mattered.
Quoth the raven “Nevermore.
Hugo headed off toward the door to leave, but the bookstore was warm and quiet, and the teetering piles of books fascinated him.
It’s always so cool to think you are looking at today is something other people have been looking at for centuries. It’s the closest I’ve come to touching immortality, by reading the words of dead people.
He read as others pray, as gamblers follow the spinning of the roulette wheel, as drunkards stare into vacancy; he read with such profound absorption that ever since I first watched him the reading of ordinary mortals seemed a pastime.
Books require titles; reading them doesn’t.
I lived within the cover of books and those books were more real to me than any other thing in my life.
Those were all big words, to be sure, but as has been said, September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying.