It is possible to find the passion to read.
The joy of reading is grace of renewal of mind.
Reading is the fountain of all knowledge.
When a day goes by and I haven't written anything, I better have been doing something worth writing about.
Writers shouldn't fear criticism. Instead, they should fear silence. Criticism is healthy. It gets people thinking about your work and, even better, it gets them talking and arguing. But as for silenc...
I'd like to emphasize that when a reader finishes a great novel, he will immediately begin looking for another. If someone loves your book, it increases the chance that he or she will look at mine. So...
We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
Humankind must no longer permit the lie to be taught to its children.
By studying, understanding and do the wills of the book, you renounce your mortal life.
In the new faith, there is only one commandment. It is this commandment, and this commandment alone, that must be followed to end the times of suffering, which are soon to come. FORSAKE USURY.
You are judged many times more by what you give assent to others doing than what you do yourself.
The lack of power to take joy in outdoor nature is as real a misfortune as the lack of power to take joy in books
Let your love for books grow, as your confidence grows too.
If one million of you give assent to the one thousand who participate in the murder of a child, then one million of you are a million times guilty.
So many books, so little time.
Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.
Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
The years nineteen and twenty are a crucial stage in the maturation of character, and if you allow yourself to become warped when you're that age, it will cause you pain when you're older.
So many broken promises, each day an aborted wish, a lost object, a misplaced unread book, cluttering the room like an attic with discarded possessions.
I was sixteen and my mother was about to throw me out of the house forever, for breaking a very big rule, even bigger than the forbidden books. The rule was not just No Sex, but definitely No Sex With...