Un lettore non vede veramente i personaggi di una storia. Li sente.
The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus
The rain pummeled the old Dragon bones as though to provide the rhythm to the song of their mortality, but death was not what they had on their minds—or wasn’t love sometimes called the small death?
Some books you read, some you enjoy,
Power. Like wine when you have it. Like poison when you lose it.
Manche Bücher müssen gekostet werden,manche verschlingt man,nur einige wenige kaut man und verdaut sie ganz.
It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards. Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
It's the same in real life: Notorious murderers get off scot-free and live happily all their lives, while good people die - sometimes the very best people. That's the way of the world.
It was a page he had Found in the handbook Of heartbreak. Wallace Stevens, Madame la Fleurie, Collected Poems I
In love. [Her] face was burning. She didn't want [him] to say what she herself never put into words. In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?
If you take a book with you on a journey, Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that...
I want to see thirst In the syllables, Touch fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream. Pablo Neruda, Word, Five Decades T
I prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs.- Elinor
I know you all think I'm a magician, but I'm not. The magic comes out of the booksthemselves, and I have no more idea than you or any of your men how it works.
You forgot something important!-What?-It's under my sweater!-WHAT?!-Me!
Некоторыми книгами надо наслаждаться, другие - проглатывать; и лишь немногие нужно жевать, а затем хорошо переваривать.
Believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things.Clive Barker, Abarat
Whenever he felt the sharp pangs of homesickness he had come back here to his old enemies, where he didn't feel quite so out of place.
What else but death could you hope to reap when you gave your heart to a mortal?
We all know what fun it can be to get right into a book and live there for a while, but falling out of a story and suddenly finding yourself in this world doesn't seem to be much fun at all.