Quotes About Reading

Preferiva nascondersi, dedicarsi alla lettura e ad altri studi e, una volta per tutte, non desiderava avere nulla a che fare con la gente.

For me to read a book is still And always will be quite a thrill. For me to read a book is like A boy when he rides his new two wheel bike. And when a bird comes north in spring It's natural for her to sing. I like to read books of poems and history Books of fiction and of mystery. And what is more, I'll read until I'm grown And then I'll write books of my own.

I read my eyes out and can't read half enough.... The more one reads the more one sees we have to read.

I must judge for myself, but how can I judge, how can any man judge, unless his mind has been opened and enlarged by reading.

To choose a good book, look in an inquisitor

Stories to read are delitabill (delightful) Suppose that they be nocht but fable (fiction) Then should stories that suthfast were (truthful) - And they were said in good manner - Have double pleasure in hearing. The first pleasance is the carping (reading aloud) And the tothir the suthfastness That shows the thing richt as it was;

Sometimes poetry is inspired by the conversation entered into by reading other poems.

The description of the Bible (warts and all) which follows will necessarily make disconcerting reading for those who idealize it, but I will also show that it is not and cannot be the whole foundation of either Judaism or Christianity.

He held the book up to his nose. It smelled like Old Spice talcum powder. Books that smelled that way were usually fun to read. He threw the book onto his bed and went to his suitcase. After rummaging about for awhile, he came up with a long, narrow box of chocolate-covered mints. He loved to eat candy while he read, and lots of his favorite books at home had brown smudges on the corners of the pages.

He loved to eat candy while he read, and lots of his favorite books at home had brown smudges on the corners of the pages.

Perhaps it would be a good idea if everyone just stopped writing for a couple of years and allowed readers to catch up.

Population thinking is itself a population of mental and public things. Philosophers' discussions of what population thinking really is are members of this population. So is the text you just read, and so is your reading of it.

Various magazine articles have predicted nothing less than the disappearance of the book as it now exists, and pictured the library of the future as a sort of monster computer capable of storing and retrieving the contents of books electronically and xerographically.

You don't bother to memorise the literature—you learn to read and keep a shelf of books.

Book-burners try to destroy ideas that differ from their own. Reading does the opposite. It encourages doubt... reading releases you from the limits of yourself.

But all I could think of was taking some books to read in jail. I held everybody up, choosing which ones to take.

The stories were always looking for a way to be told, to be brought to life through books and reading. That was how they crossed over from their world into ours.

where there are books, there will always be haters of books alongside the lovers of them.

Nevertheless, before she grew sick, he would often step quietly into the room in which his mother was reading, acknowledging her with a smile (always returned) before taking a seat close by and immersing himself in his own book so that, although both were lost in their own individual worlds, they shared the same space and time.

There were books everywhere: on the floors, on the stairs, on furniture both built for that purpose and constructed for other ends entirely. There were bookshelves in the main hallway, in the downstairs rooms, and in the upstairs rooms. There were even bookshelves in the bathroom and the kitchen.

I read somewhere that the New Orleans citizenry bought fewer copies of the New York Times than any other city in the United States, although they made up for it by buying more formal wear than anywhere else. If you're going out to formal dinners every evening, you don't get much time to read the New York Times.

he would talk to them of stories and books, and explain to them how stories wanted to be told and books wanted to be read, and how everything that they ever needed to know about life and the land of which he wrote, or about any land or realm that they could imagine, was contained in books.

reading was a solitary pursuit. Oh, one could read in the same room as someone else, or beside them in bed at night, but it rather presumed that an agreement had been reached about such matters, and the couple in question consisted of a pair of like-minded souls.

Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, books had no real existence in our world. Like seeds in the beak of a bird waiting to fall to earth, or the notes of a song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being. they lie dormant hoping for the chance to emerge.They want us to give them life.