Laws die books never.
Just the knowledge that a good book is awaiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.
A book lives a new life every time it is read.
If books are your good friends, then a conscious life will be your best comrade all your life!
Books are like plants. They're decorations that are alive.
A writer who has perfect writing skills and zero honesty is not an author but a sales person.
Ten years from now, no one is going to care how quickly the books came out. The only thing that will matter, the only thing anyone will remember, is how good they were. That's my main concern, and alw...
Cats and books are my universe. Both are infinitely fascinating and full of mystery.
There are so many works of the mind, so much humanity, that to disburden ourselves of ourselves is an understandable temptation. Open a book and a voice speaks. A world, more or less alien or welcomin...
Where do dreams come from?...they slink out of books, they lurk in the stacks of libraries. Out of pages turned they rise like the scent of peonies and infect the brain with their promises.
The pain is real. Flowing as a brook beneath my flesh. I am broken, and yet, I still breathe.
Literature illuminates life only for those to whom books are a necessity.
A library card is the start of a lifelong adventure.
Honestly, I hate when in books, the guys changes the girl's life. Like, no. The girl needs to change her own life.
Judge not lest ye be judged yourself.
As thou hast said unto thy servant, that thou, which gives life to all, hast given life at once to the creature that thou hast created, and the creature bare it: even so it might now also bear them th...
And I despise your books, I despise wisdom and the blessings of this world. It is all worthless, fleeting, illusory, and deceptive, like a mirage. You may be proud, wise, and fine, but death will wipe...
To achieve lasting literature, fictional or factual, a writer needs perceptive vision, absorptive capacity, and creative strength.
When a book leaves its author's desk it changes. Even before anyone has read it, before eyes other than its creator's have looked upon a single phrase, it is irretrievably altered. It has become , tha...
The ceaseless rain is falling fast,And yonder gilded vane,Immovable for three days past,Points to the misty main,It drives me in upon myselfAnd to the fireside gleams,To pleasant books that crowd my s...