My father never put a book into my hands and never forbade a book. Instead, he let me roam and graze, making my own more or less appropriate selections. I read gory tales of historic...

Reading (…) is an act of resistance in a landscape of distraction.

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,And all the sweet serenity of books

A book can open the mind, free the heart, and speak to the soul.

Choose thy friends like thy books, few but choice

She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.

Who made you Queen of Literacy? Go sit in your car!

Some say they get lost in books, but I find myself, again and again, in the pages of a good book. Humanly speaking, there is no greater teacher, no greater therapist, no greater healer of...

I need words and print… I need print like an addict. I could live without it, perhaps. But I hope I never have to try.

Write it down, boy. If you come across a passage in your reading that you’d like to remember, write it down in your little book; then you can read it again, memorize it, and have...

[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they’re doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.

I’m the first to admit that I don’t write right. Now, relax and enjoy the show! The sideshow, that is.

The world of books captured my heart.

Papa thought that any book worth reading twice was worth owning. So instead of buying desserts, we bought books.

The library at home when she was child had been her refuge. She gravitated to it. When she was anxious, just taking a book of a shelf calmed her. Opening the cover, feeling the paper’s...

How could I make a little book, when I have seen enough to make a dozen large books?

The best stories don’t come from “good vs. bad” but “good vs. good.

The spirits of the brain are directly connected to the testicles. This is why men who weary their imagination in books are less suitable for procreative functions…

These stories were very old, as old as people, and they had survived because they were very powerful indeed. They were the tales that echoed in the head long after the books that contained them...

Dialogue is the place that books are most alive and forge the most direct connection with readers. It is also where we as writers discover our characters and allow them to become real.

Someone was coming through the velvet.He was pulling it wide, he was stepping onto Kestrel’s balcony—close, closer still as she turned and the curtain swayed, then stopped. He pinned the velvet against frame. He held...

People wandered in for books and conversation. They brought their stories to her, some bound, and some known by heart. She recognized some of the stories as real, and some as fiction. But she honored...

I do, I’m afraid, understand books far more readily than I understand people. Books are so easy to get along with.

Books are the compasses and telescopes and sextants and charts which other men have prepared to help us navigate the dangerous seas of human life.

… it would even be inexact to say that I thought of those who read it as readers of my book. Because they were not, as I saw it, my readers. More exactly they were...

Et av mine yndlingssteder i palasset var det kjempestore biblioteket som inneholdt uvurderlige førsteutgaver skrevet av berømte forfattere verden over. Glasskapene der bøkene sto, var alltid låst, de var bare en imponerende prydgjenstand, enda en...

Chicken Soup for the Soul”. You’ve heard of these books, am I right? We’ve all heard of them. But I wonder if you’re aware of just how many “Chicken Soup” books exist on the planet....

We profit little by books we do not enjoy.

What is the use of a book without pictures or conversations?-Alice in Wonderland

If writers learn more from their books than do readers, perhaps I may have begun to learn.

To become a ‘good reader’ one must give oneself over to a regime of concentrated pleasure. One does not set out to read a book a day (there is no necessary pleasure in that) but...

Douglas has more books- and comic books- than anyone I know. Still, if you wanted to borrow one, and took it down off the shelf and forgot to mention it to him, Douglas would notice...

You never forget the books you loved as a kid. You never forget the poems you memorized, the first book you read until the cover fell off, the book you read hidden from your mother....

I do not believe that all books will or should migrate onto screens: as Douglas Adams once pointed out to me, more than 20 years before the Kindle showed up, a physical book is like...

The library was my only blessing. Every time I climbed the stairs, my heart lifted. All day, I looked forward to the happy hours I spent in that beautiful room. My guilt over appa’s fate...

He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world.She was the book thief without the words.Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would...

The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest men of past centuries.

All photos speak a thousand words. This one contained a library.

I suppose what one wants really is ideal company and books are ideal company.

A writer’s primary goal is to make sense. The bookstore’s is to make cents.

I study men like I study books: I skim their midsections.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.

Really good books need a chaos element: something weird or inexplicable.

I care not how humble your bookshelf may be, or how lonely the room which it adorns. Close the door of that room behind you, shut off with it all the cares of the outer...

I’m contemplating if book sales and promotions can actually be rigged like so many other things in our everyday lives?

There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel