I will write one book that will change entire humankind if only you have enough guts to read my previous ones.
Reading maketh a full man; and writing an axact man. And, therefore, if a man write little, he need have a present wit; and if he read little, he need have much cunning to seem to know which he doth not.
Sometimes looking at the many books I have at home, I feel I shall die before I have come to the end of them, and yet I cannot resist the temptation of buying new books. When I go – when I walk inside a library I find a book on one of my hobbies…and then I say to myself, what a pity I can’t buy that book, because I already have a copy at home.
Some readers read a book as if it were an instruction manual, expecting to understand everything first time, but of course when you write, you put into every sentence an overflow of meaning, and you create in every sentence as many resonances and double meanings and ambiguities as you can possibly pack in there, so that people can read it again and get something new each time.
Now and then I am asked as to ‘what books a statesman should read,’ and my answer is, poetry and novels – including short stories under the head of novels.
How can we read when people need our help? It’s a luxury. A stupid luxury.
We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers – thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.
Mine is to chew on the appropriate texts and make them delectable.
What a glut of books! Who can read them?
Upon descending our threaded words on the web by a steep and hazardous precipice of readers requires constant review.