And what new life can emerge from a book. Any book, maybe.
Did I really read every single book in the school? My mother maintains I did. Maybe I just told the teachers I had and they all believed me. Maybe this is where the lying about books really began. Where were the checks and balances? I blame the authorities.
A book is much more than a delivery vehicle for its contents.
The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.
From the moment I picked up your book until I put it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.
She’s always loved writers, even more than the books I think. They’re like personal friends to her.
The problem with books is that they end.
This is no way to treat a book,
Your mind will never be dull, if you remember there is never enough to learn for it to be to full.