To be a devout reader was to be an acolyte of solace.
A good story defies the reader’s expectations, and in doing so, brings them satisfaction.
But after all we are not children, not illiterate juvenile delinquents, not English public school boys who after a night of homosexual romps have to endure the paradox of reading the Ancients in expurgated versions.
I am a man without many pleasures in life, a man whose few pleasures are small, but a man whose small pleasures are very important to him. One of them is eating. One reading. Another reading while eating.
Obliqueness is the curse of the reading class.
After one has read everything and thought everything, one still have everything to learn.
I will write one book that will change entire humankind if only you have enough guts to read my previous ones.
What is it about us lady authors and our fascination for the exclamation mark?
This is the strange life of books that you enter along as a writer, mapping an unknown territory that arises as you travel. If you succeed in the voyage, others enter after, one at a time, also alone, but in communion with your imagination, traversing your route. Books are solitudes where we meet.
She’d been an actress, an artist’s model, once or twice a kept woman, through all a voracious reader.
So I ask you: whose job is it in this country to wake up comatose parents? Someone better do it soon because knowing television’s potential for harm and keeping that knowledge to ourselves instead of sharing it with parents amounts to covering up a land mine on a busy street.
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.
He said it was the kind of book you made your own.
I am not well read, but when I do read, I read well.
As every reader knows in his or her heart, there is much more to truth than mere fact.
My life is in these books, he wants to tell her. Read these and know my heart.
Reading is not life. Reading is creating life in your head. And that can only help you so much in a storm.
He wondered if burned books made a special kind of smoke that clung to the world forever, in the same way that a book, once read, clings to its reader forever.
Reading can only take you so far, up to the moment where you must take action with your own hands.
Life is a book that someone else is reading – and you, a key character – hence the need for continual conflict and resolution. We can’t have any boring books.