Every book was a peep-hole into the realm of knowledge. His hunger fed upon what he read, and increased.
Books were my escape, they transported me to other worlds without step-mothers.
DON’T BE JEALOUS OF OTHERS – EVER. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY HAD TO DO TO GET TO WHERE THEY ARE.
Books are a treasured friend, however it’s difficult to explain it to a non-reader.
A bestseller is a book written by a rich person of Indian roots staying in Europe for more than a decade..
Even before his eyes began to fail he had his secretaries read to him, and then he read no other way because of the annoyance that eyeglasses caused him. But his interest in what he read was decreasing at the same time, and as always he attributed this to a cause beyond his control.
“The fact is there are fewer and fewer good books,” he would say.
To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into light.
Everyone and Everything is conspiring to end up in a book.
It was so odd what brought out tenderness in people. It was never what you have expected.
It is not enough for the hand to touch a book and turn its pages. The pages of a book must touch the heart.