#books

"The person who deserves most pity is a lonesome one on a rainy day who doesn't know how to read."

"The world of book is the stream of souls."

"The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career."

"Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't."

"The greatest gift is the passion for reading.It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites,it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind.It is a moral illumination."

"The reason a writer writes a book is to forget a book and the reason a reader reads one is to remember it."

"She’d felt it before, she felt it now: the pull to fall in with him, to fall into him, to lose her sense of self."

"You get a little moody sometimes but I think that's because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up."

"I am a part of all I have read."

"Nothing was truly unbearable if you had something to read."

"Even bad books are books and therefore sacred."

"Early on I set out to write the next Great American Novel, and then later on I set out the silverware and enjoyed my dinner in silence."

"Anything can become a children's book if you give it to a child...Children are actually the best (and worst) audience for literature because they have no patience with pretence."

"the depth of a person's character is not measured by his or her physical strength, but by the depth of his or her nobility."

"There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it."

"There are many little ways to enlarge your child's world. Love of books is the best of all."

"No furniture is so charming as books."

"Our experience is coloured through and through by books and plays and the cinema, and it takes patience and skill to disentangle the things we have really learned from life for ourselves."

"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 and thither; how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted; I have been torn apart."

"But at night, when the library lamps are lit, the outside world disappears and nothing but the space of books remains in existence."