books

"Luckily, I always travel with a book, just in case I have to wait on line for Santa, or some such inconvenience."

"A woman's destiny, they say, is not fulfilled until she holds in her arms her own little book."

"An active mind didn't need distractions in its physical environment. It needed a collection of outstanding books and a good lamp. Maybe some cheese and crackers."

"I wanted a library like this...[] A cave of words that I'd made myself."

"Yes, when I get big and have my own home, no plush chairs and lace curtains for me. And no rubber plants. I'll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Saturday night and a row of shining yellow pencils always sharpened for writing and a golden-brown bowl with a flower or some leaves or berries always in it and books . . . books . . . books. . . ."

"I wanted to live among books."

"Men, I thought, were more trouble than they were worth. Really, one should stick to books where one sees the hero coming a mile off."

"If you have a dream, don’t just sit there. Gather courage to believe that you can succeed and leave no stone unturned to make it a reality."

"الأمر الوحيد الذي أندم عليه هو أنه لن يتسنى لي قراءة كل الكتب التي أود قرائتها."

"Science fiction films are not about science. They are about disaster, which is one of the oldest subjects of art."

"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."

"I lay on the bed and lost myself in stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway."

"Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world."

"′Classic′ - a book which people praise and don't read."

"I was with book, as a woman is with child."

"Readers, censors know, are defined by the books they read."

"فإني قرأت كتاباً في تعريف الجمال كثيرة، فلم اجد احد من تعريف طاغور: "إن الجمال هو الاخلاص"

"Every reader exists to ensure for a certain book a modest immortality. Reading is, in this sense, a ritual of rebirth."

"The world must be all fucked up,"he said then, "when men travel first class and literature goes as freight."

"You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside."