Quotes About Book

My mother gave me this book called Feature Films at Used Car Prices by a guy named Rick Schmidt. I gotta credit the guy, cuz he gave me the most practical advice. It empowers you.

the Bible is a book, but it is not like any other book. It is God's mind, God's word, God's voice, and therefore it possesses supreme value and ultimate authority.

It is the masculine values that prevail… This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room.

Your book is dedicated by the soundest reason. You had better get out of France as quickly as you can.

She got into bed with the lights on, holding a book. Books are okay to chew on, though they are fairly tasteless and it always makes people unhappy when a dog does so. They are one of those toys that dogs aren't supposed to play with.

Well, that's the question, isn't it. I told her if anything ever happens to Molly again I'm going to write a book about how I was forced to run away because my mother was a dog abuser and I'm going to self-publish it and go on a national book tour. That gave her something to think about.

There's only one good test of pornography. Get twelve normal men to read the book, and then ask them, Did you get an erection? If the answer is Yes from a majority of the twelve, then the book is pornographic.

No book or magazine article is for "everyone" so know your audience, then target them with your writing.

As a book author, it's your responsibility to cast a vision for your book about the length and appearance before you pitch the idea to a publisher.

I have nothing but a book, Nothing but that to prove your blood and mine.

Here ends, 'Two Plays for Dancers,' by William Butler Yeats. Four hundred copies of this book have been printed and published by Elizabeth Corbet Yeats on paper made in Ireland, at the Cuala Press, Churchtown, Dundrum, in the County of Dublin, Ireland. Finished on the tenth day of January in the year nineteen hundred and nineteen.

My dad got me a chemistry book one Christmas and I burnt the garden shed down. I remember there was the most beautiful smell forever after in the remains.

I just got a fortune cookie that says "Turn off your computer and read a book" which is odd because I'm WRITING a book...on my computer!

There's nothing quite so irritating to an author as a family member's easy confidence that, of course, the book will come.

My dad was more, "Let's play chess. Read a book, you're stupid." He's more the intellectual type.

A definition is death. A definition is the answer to which you must look up the question in the back of your book.

But, alas, I could not lift her out of her sacred book and make her a character in this life.

And, hey, Mr. Zuckerman--the book.' 'What book?' 'Your book. Send the book.' 'You got it,' I said, 'it's in the mail,' and started back across the ice. He was behind me, still holding that auger as slowly I started away. It was a long way. If I even made it, I knew that my five years alone in my house here were over. I knew that if and when I finished the book, I was going to have to go elsewhere to live.

The message of this book has the power to reform the church, one relationship at a time.

I could not do it. I would not do it. I sat back on my heels with the book in my hand with the light of the fire flickering and dying down and realized that not even in mortal danger could I bring myself to burn a book.

But seeing those words that were first written, and scratched out, and rewritten again in print and bound into a book, I know that I love the process of writing and publishing. To take a thought and work on it, to render it into the clearest form possible, and then to send it out into the world—this is work so precious and so joyful that I am not surprised that men have kept it to themselves.

I think when a reader reads a whole book - which takes six to ten hours - that's kind of a gift to the author. The gift of close, undivided attention. To who else do we listen so closely for eight straight hours? And when readers give that gift to me, I'm grateful for it.

But formulas are holy as prayers, decree-laws, and dead languages, and not an iota in them can be changed. And so my ammonium chloride, the twin of a happy love and a liberating book, by now completely useless and a bit harmful, is religiously ground into the chromate anti-rust paint on the short of that lake, and nobody knows why anymore.

She moved through it carrying her fat book, attracted, unsure, a stranger, wanting to feel relevant but knowing how much of a search among alternative universes it would take.