Quotes About Reading

I am currently reading, The Broker by John Grisham. it is alittle slow to start so I will have to let you know if it gets better

I've never understood people who grind through a book they don't really like, determined to finish it for some unknown reason.

Do you read them? Faulkner, Hemingway, Fitzgerald? Only if I have to. I try to avoid old dead white men.

The sixth and last eulogy was from Roderick, Hugo and Verna's oldest child. He wrote a three-page tribute to his father, and it was read by the reverend. Even Michael Geismar, a cold-blooded Presbyterian, finally succumbed to his emotions. The

There are few things I like better in life than getting lost in a good book.

Such is the nature of my daily reading. I haven't had the luxury of finishing a novel in years.

Spool of Blue Thread by Anne Tyler, one of my favorites, and LaRose by Louise Erdrich.

I doubt it. I'll give any book a hundred pages, and if by then the writer can't hold my attention I'll put it away. There are too many good books I want to read to waste time with a bad one." ?

Nothing is more common in an age like this, when books abound, than to fancy that the gratification of a love of reading is real study.

wherever the TV glows, there sits someone who isn't reading.

Maybe television causes cancer, Garp thinks; but his real irritation is a writer's irritation: he knows that wherever the TV glows, there sits someone who isn't reading.

In a school community, someone who reads a book for some secretive purpose, other than discussing it, is strange. What was she reading for?

Grown-ups shouldn't finish books they're not enjoying. When you're no longer a child, and you no longer live at home, you don't have to finish everything on your plate. One reward of leaving school is that you don't have to finish books you don't like.

Wherever Melony went, she would not be without guidance, she would not be without love, without faith; she had a good book with her. If only she kept reading it and reading it...

The day women stop reading—that's the day the novel dies!

There's nothing I need or want to know from the writers I admire that isn't in their books. It's better to read a good writer than meet one.

Homer Wells was in Wally's room, reading David Copperfield and thinking about Heaven – '…that sky above me, where, in the mystery to come, I might yet love her with a love unknown on earth, and tell her what the strife had been within me when I loved her here.' I think I would prefer to love Candy here, 'on earth,' Homer Wells was thinking – when Olive interrupted them.

She drew the line at television. It took no effort to watch – it was infinitely more beneficial to the soul, and to the intelligence, to read or to listen – and what she imagined there was on TV appalled her.

She was a passionate reader, and she thought that reading was one of the noblest efforts of all; in contrast, she found writing to be a great waste of time—a childish self-indulgence, even messier than finger painting—but she admired reading, which she believed was an unselfish activity that provided information and inspiration. She must have thought it a pity that some poor fools had to waste their lives writing in order for us to have sufficient reading material. (page 236)

First chapter ain't so bad, Jillsy said. That first chapter ain't nothin'. It's that nineteenth chapter that got me, Jillsy said. Lawd, Lawd! she crowed. You read nineteen chapters? John Wolf asked. You didn't give me no more than nineteen chapters, Jillsy said. Jesus Lawd, is there another chapter? Do they keep goin' on? No, no, John Wolf said. that's the end of it. That's all there is.

wherever Melony went, she would not be without guidance, she would not be without love, without faith; she had a good book with her. If only she'll keep reading it, and reading it

It was Owen Meany who taught me that any good book is always in motion—from the general to the specific, from the particular to the whole, and back again. Good reading—and good writing about reading—moves the same way.

Dr. Larch pointed out that Melony had taken Jane Eyre with her; he accepted this as a hopeful sign—wherever Melony went, she would not be without guidance, she would not be without love, without faith; she had a good book with her. If only she'll keep reading it, and reading it, Larch thought.

But she drew the line at television. It took no effort to watch—it was infinitely more beneficial to the soul, and to the intelligence, to read or to listen—and what she imagined there was to watch on TV appalled her; she had, of course, only read about it.