Gil has put his book down and is gazing at something inside his head.

An ancient mustiness padded the air, tinged with with an acrid scent-a trace of the war between paper and oxygen, played out in slow inexorable burn that would one day crumble this empire to dust.”...

The author, from Falkirk, Scotland, daringly managed to infiltrate the terrorist group — responsible for the deaths of countless Muslims and non-Muslims — by offering to help bankroll terrorist attacks on the UK.

You’re like, both like, Alexander the Great.’We can’t both be Alexander.’Well sometimes I think you’re two side of the same coin, and I’m the metal in between.

A book, a true book, is the writer’s confessional. For, whether he would have it so or not, he is betrayed, directly or indirectly, by his characters, into presenting publicly his innermost feelings.

When reading a book, you are sold what some writer thought. When reading a newspaper, you are sold what someone did, and, what some advertiser made.

In an age when nations and individuals routinely exchange murder for murder, when the healing grace of authentic spirituality is usurped by the divisive politics of religious organizations, and when broken hearts bleed pain in...

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are...

The library was a little old shabby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about church. She pushed open the door and...

Pienso que en la vida de cada uno de nosotros existe un libro similar, que de pequeños no nos limitamos simplemente a leer, sino que inspeccionamos y rebuscamos en cada uno de sus rincones como...

I read to be alone. I read so as not to be alone.

Writers possess magic. It’s in their words. They compose phrases as powerful as incantations, creating illusions in the minds of readers. These spells make eyes envision things that aren’t real; they make hearts feel things...

Listen, my day job is also Chief Creative Officer for Marvel, and it’s a very painful job because we publish a lot of books, and there are things I see where I can punch people...

I like libraries. It makes me feel comfortable and secure to have walls of words, beautiful and wise, all around me. I always feel better when I can see that there is something to hold...

He started to look at me in a manner I recognized: it was the way I looked at a new book, one I had never read before, one that surprised me with all it had...

Amigo mío, dado el abismo que separa todas tus experiencias de todas las mías, lo más cerca que te puedo situar de ese sabor tan único es decirte que los libros, así, por término medio,...

In any of my pages in any of my books may life a perfect account of my secret experience of the world.

As much as I hated to admit it, I kind of looked forward to seeing him. It made no sense, but something about his infuriating nature made me forget about my other worries. Weirdly, I...

He wanted nothing, for the time being, except to understand …. Without advice, assistance or plan, he began reading an incongruous assortment of books; he would find some passage which he could not understand in...

I often find that a novel, even a well-written and compelling novel, can become a blur to me soon after I’ve finished reading it. I recollect perfectly the feeling of reading it, the mood I...

Today I am leading because yesterday I was reading.

I ate them like salad, books were my sandwich for lunch, my tiffin and dinner and midnight munch. I tore out the pages, ate them with salt, doused them with relish, gnawed on the bindings,...

A story is alive, as you and I are. It is rounded by muscle and sinew. Rushed with blood. Layered with skin, both rough and smooth. At its core lies soft marrow of hard, white...

There are a large number of people in the room, but one is unaware of them. They are in the books. At times they move among the pages, like sleepers turning over between two dreams....

When I was little, my ambition was to grow up to be a book. Not a writer. People can be killed like ants. Writers are not hard to kill either. But not books: however systematically...

Bit by bit, he has pared down his desires to what is now approaching a bare minimum. He has cut out smoking and drinking, he no longer eats in restaurants, he does not own a...

Mer—mermaids. There are fish with women’s bodies or—women with fish bodies sitting upon the rocks. I—I never knew…

The VoiceThere is a voice inside of youThat whispers all day long,”I feel this is right for me,I know that this is wrong.”No teacher, preacher, parent, friendOr wise man can decideWhat’s right for you–just listen...

An unread book does nobody any good. Stories happen in the mind of a reader, not among symbols printed on a page.

Precisely this one, which I had intended to be published anonymously so that it could never build any reputation on the part of the author, did become a success…. Don’t aim at success – the...

You become a man when you marry not just for love but to be a partner with your wife. To be the best man you can be with her, and when you fall short, to...

Books are for nothing but to inspire

Always choose the adventure … unless, it’s chilly outside and there’s a cup of warm coffee resting near a book and comfy sofa.

The people who loved me when I was seven years old love my books, and the people who didn’t like me when I was seven years old don’t like my books.

If you really want to be a writer, nobody can stop you — and if you don’t, nobody can help you.

Books are not made to be believed, but to be subjected to inquiry. When we consider a book, we mustn’t ask ourselves what it says but what it means…

Nothing can compare to the feeling evoked by turning the page in a great book.

Bookish folk aren’t what they used to be. Introverted, reserved, studious. There was a time when bookish folk would steer clear of trendy bars, dinner occasions and gatherings. Any social or public encounters would be...

First, you need to realize everything you thought you knew about yourself, about me, is a lie.

Ey t lih! Ölümden de beterdir bu karanlık;Ey aşk! O gönüller sana m l oldular artık;Ey vuslat! O şıkları efsûnuna r m et!Ey tatlı ve ûlvi gece! Yıllarca dev m et!

Firnis lächelte gütig. “Bücher sind lebendige Wesen”, sagte er, “und wenn man ganz in sie eintaucht, dann erwachen sie zum Leben. Und wie die Gedanken, so bekommen auch die Buchstaben Flügel verliehen. Sie lösen sich...

If you can read & write then the opportunities are endless, if you just believe in yourself then anything is possible, you can become anyone and do anything, what’s more is, you can take others...

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.

An old book was a time capsule. When you opened the front cover, you opened a door to another world—a world accessible through a kind of looking glass made of hard-board and cloth. The author’s...

Paul cries, ‘Bring the books’ — join in the cry. Master those books you have. Read them thoroughly. Bathe in them until they saturate you.

Beneath my eyes opens — a book; I see to the bottom; the heart — I see to the depths. I know what loves are trembling into fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes hither...

A person who reads lives more than one life, but that means that they die more than once as well.

Libraries are sanctuaries from the world and command centers onto it: here in the quiet rooms are the lives of Crazy Horse and Aung San Suu Kyi, the Hundred Years’ War and the Opium Wars...

If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.

Don’t ever trust anyone who’s writing a book. They make up lies for a living.