Every new book we read in our brief and busy lives means that a classic is left unread.

Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words reverberating in...

Now that she had worn other faces, seen through other eyes, how could she ever say any face was really her own, even if it was the face she had been given at birth? When...

i read to escape reality.

The fundamental difference between books and movies is that the length of a book does not depend upon the capacity of the human bladder.

How the excitement comes upon me to tell it all! In the quest of writing, the heart can speed up with anticipation–as it does, indeed, during the chase itself of whales. I can swear it,...

If all printers were determined not to print anything till they were sure it would offend nobody, there would be very little printed.

If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads.

she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.

The definition of a good story is one that remains with you long after you’ve turned that last page.

Information is Key to Opportunities, So Pick Up a Book!

I seem to know all the cliches, but not how to put them together in a believable way. Or else these stories are terrible and grandiose precisely because all the cliches intertwine in an unrealistic...

Tal vez todos los libros se escriben sólo porque los malos juegan con ventaja y eso es insoportable.

So — I confess I have been a rake at reading. I have read those things which I ought not to have read, and I have not read those things which I ought to have...

Will I have to use a dictionary to read your book?” asked Mrs. Dodypol. “It depends,” says I, “how much you used the dictionary before you read it.

Cemeteries are full of unfulfilled dreams… countless echoes of ‘could have’ and ‘should have’… countless books unwritten… countless songs unsung… I want to live my life in such a way that when my body is...

The library would’ve cheered me up, most days. I loved the heavy oaken tables, the high walls stacked with books to the ceiling, the musty smell of old pages and the heavy brass fixtures that...

Every heart must have its privatebestseller book.

I wrote a book. It sucked. I wrote nine more books. They sucked, too. Meanwhile, I read every single thing I could find on publishing and writing, went to conferences, joined professional organizations, hooked up...

…ending a book with a sequel in such a way that the reader still has faith in the characters and in the writer. That’s finesse.

I want to print books by people in the film industry.

I used to have all the Goosebumps books as a kid too.

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.

You write your books. You scatter your seeds. Rats might eat them, or they might rot. In California, some seeds lie dormant for decades because they only germinate after fire, and sometimes the burned landscape...

From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.

There is beauty in the art, and a story in the words! spk

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

And as I surveyed the clutter of his study I was pleased to see that he was a man after my own heart. All of his money appeared to have been spent on either books...

Well, I’ve always read in bed, in early years by candlelight, succeeded by lamplight, gaslight, and now electric light, and I’ll probably be found dead there with some ponderous tome or book of poems on...

We live vicariously through stories, because our own lives provide so few opportunities for high-stakes adventure and noble sacrifice.

A library is a good place to go when you feel unhappy, for there, in a book, you may find encouragement and comfort. A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered...

Reading may be the last secretive behavior that is neither pathological or prosecutable. It is certainly the last refuge from the real-time epidemic. For the stream of a narrative overflows the banks of the real....

Books were my passion and my escape from madness.

Lire un bon livre, ça redonne envie de vivre, ça vous donne envie de partir, A la recherche du temps perdu.

You tell a kid he doesn’t like to read, and he’ll believe you

There are some laws that are coded into the very nature of the universe, and one is: There Is Never Enough Shelf Space.

You are your greatest product and behind every book lies an author who wrote it.

Still not sure about how easily he could be integrated into their posse, Trevor smiled in delighted relief at how tolerantly two of his close friends had received his new identity.

There are no faster or firmer friendships than those formed between people who love the same books.

We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide....

Father is a school manqué … He always wanted to write books. But he became rich instead, so is not allowed.

I appreciate a book intended to be judged by its cover. The insincere readers are often weeded out while the sincere readers remain curious.

You see? I know where every single book used to be in the library.’ She pointed to the shelf opposite. ‘Over there was Catch-22, which was a hugely popular fishing book and one of a...

We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.

The end of reading is not more books but more life.

His voice had a faint trace of an accent she couldn’t place – one that made her pretty sure he was no local kid infected the night before-Tana on Gavriel-page 21-chapter 3

Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted …but to weigh and consider.

That’s it then. This is how it ends. I haven’t even read Proust.

With one day’s reading a man may have the key in his hands.

She never looked nice.She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.