‘Lord of the Rings’ was a set of books in which the world had been conceived before the characters were placed within that context.

The lives great artists live and the books they write are two very different things.

Oh for a book and a shady nook,Either indoors or out,with the green leaves whispering overhead,or the street cries all about.Where I may read at all my easeboth of the new and old,For a jolly...

There is no book so bad it does not contain something good.

People share books they love. They want to spread to friends and family the goodness that they felt when reading the book or the ideas they found in the pages. In sharing a loved book,...

Oh? And what’s so stinking about it?.

A Writer is Actor, Creator, Director & Producer Of HIS Life. Ask ME anything.

They were the sisterhood: their mothers at a younger age.

I walked to the bookcase and examined the storybooks inside. As a girl, I had dreamed of having stacks of books at my disposal–stories to get lost in, other worlds to live in when mine...

But in reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad eyes, but it is still I who see…...

We can trace the communitarian fantasy that lies at the root of all humanism back to the model of a literary society, in which participation through reading the canon reveals a common love of inspiring...

A book read by a thousand different people is a thousand different books.

Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.

Fans of my books have just been supremely nice.

Frozen yogurt is tastier than ice cream, nobody is too old for cartoons, bald men are sexy, chocolate is the best medicine, BIG books are better, cats secretly rule the planet, and everything should be...

Every reader has found charms by which to secure possession of a page that, by magic, becomes as if never read before, fresh and immaculate.

Who is better off? The one who writes to revel in the voluptuousness of the life that surrounds them? Or the one who writes to escape the tediousness of that which awaits them outside? Whose...

His face is close to mine, his hand warm against my back through my shirt. Despite the smile on his lips, his gaze is so sad it feels like my heart is ripping in two,...

The right books are like crowbars for our imaginations. When we find ourselves stuck at some place in life, the right book can pry open our inner idea banks. You know those moments: life has...

One bright day in the last week of February, I was walking in the park, enjoying the threefold luxury of solitude, a book, and pleasant weather.

We’re going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we’re doing, you can say, We’re remembering. That’s...

In my view, nineteen pounds of old books are at least nineteen times as delicious as one pound of fresh caviar.

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books...

No matter how people mess with you or let you down, or how you let yourself down, a good book means that when you get in bed that night, you have a good hour. I...

She reads a lot of books. Good things, books.

We live and breathe words.

I had no idea that reading it would lead me to a cabin. It’s dangerous to open a book

I am a big book collector. I love books.

That’s why I’ve just gone on … collecting this particular kind of stuff – what you might call riff-raff. There’s not a book here, Lawford, that hasn’t at least a glimmer of the real thing...

Take off my clothes and there becomes a man. Take off my skin and there becomes my bones. Break all my bones and there becomes my heart. Smash my heart and there becomes my soul....

Lest soviel ihr könnt! Lest Straßenschilder und Speisekarten, lest die Anschläge im Bürgermeisteramt, lest von mir aus Schundliteratur – aber lest! Lest! Sonst seid ihr verloren!

Archie Henderson has won no awards, written no books and never played any representative sport. He was an under-11 tournament-winning tennis player as a boy, but left the game when he discovered rugby where he...

Books are the best of things, well used; abused, among the worst…They are for nothing but to inspire.

He felt a deep urge to put some order in this chaos. Leaning against a large standing-stone by the wayside, he drew out his dreambook and began to write.

That’s what sofas are for: sit down, drink a cup of tea, talk of literature. At least that’s how I see it.

The other night we talked about literature’s elimination of the unessential, so that we are given a concentrated “dose” of life. I said, almost indignantly, “That’s the danger of it, it prepares you to live,...

When book and reader’s furrowed brow meet, it isn’t always the book that’s stupid.

One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. To read is to voyage through time.

What a blessing it is to love books as I love them;- to be able to converse with the dead, and to live amidst the unreal!

An authors publication date never matters, a book not read yet will always be New”…

A book won’t move your eyes for you like TV or a movie does. A book won’t move your mind unless you give it your mind, or your heart unless you put your heart in...

There are books that change our perspectives and books that change our personalities.

Sometimes he spent hours together in the great libraries of Paris, those catacombs of departed authors, rummaging among their hoards of dusty and obsolete works in quest of food for his unhealthy appetite. He was,...

When the voice of your friend or the page of your book sinks into democratic equality with the pattern of the wallpaper, the feel of your clothes, your memory of last night, and the noises...

Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I’ve read and what I haven’t read.

To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into...

‘Why have we books in heaven?’ ‘Why not?’ asked my brother.’ ‘What strange ideas we mortals have of the pleasures and duties of this blessed life!’

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

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He thought others were small; that was his greatness.