Published on November 20th, 2017
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.
It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.
The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.
Books are a uniquely portable magic.
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.
You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.
Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.
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.
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books.
Good books don’t give up all their secrets at once.
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 your head.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.
After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.
I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
In a way, it’s nice to know that there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong. For instance, when you’re walking away from a bus that’s just been attacked by monster hags and blown up by lightning, and it’s raining on top of everything else, most people might think that’s just really bad luck; when you’re a half-blood, you understand that some devine force is really trying to mess up your day.
A good book is an event in my life.
Good books tell the truth, even when they’re about things that never have been and never will be. They’re truthful in a different way.
My library is an archive of longings.
And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. and that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing ‘unity.
I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.
If you have enough book space, I don’t want to talk to you.
We donât need a list of rights and wrongs, tables of dos and donâts: we need books, time, and silence. Thou shalt not is soon forgotten, but Once upon a time lasts forever.
Reading is like thinking, like praying, like talking to a friend, like expressing your ideas, like listening to other people’s ideas, like listening to music, like looking at the view, like taking a walk on the beach.
Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.
Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books…
There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
“I feel this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.”
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you–just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.
Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book.