Quotes About Book

I click to buy it and I'm furious to discover that it's not available in Ireland and they won't post it from abroad and the only place that sells it is Harrods and it's impossible for me to go to Harrods because it's like being trapped in an Escher painting.

Writing a book is an adventure: it begins as an amusement, then it becomes a mistress, then a master, and finally a tyrant." — Sir Winston Churchill

Open a book and a voice speaks. A world, more or less alien or welcoming, emerges to enrich a reader's store of hypotheses about how life is to be understood.

You can love a bad book for its haplessness or pomposity or gall, if you have that starveling appetite for things human, which I devoutly hope you never will have.

You can love a bad book for its haplessness or pomposity or gall, if you have that starveling appetite for things human, which I devoutly hope you never will have. The full soul loatheth an honeycomb, but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

Accordingly, Pacioli's book also starts with a discussion of proportions in the human body, since in the human body every sort of proportion and proportionality can be found, produced at the beck of the all-Highest through the inner mysteries of nature.

ilusión de sintetizar lo real, de resumir la vida. Ese apetito debió verse plenamente colmado con Madame Bovary, ejemplo de obra clausurada, de libro-círculo.

I rushed to the living room to protect myself from I don't know what, behind my best friend, a book.

Tran Thi Thu Van, the writer from Saigon, spent those weeks wandering in the wasteland of the battle trying to stay alive. She would later record scene after scene of horror in her book Mourning Headband for Hue.

Siobhan said that when you are writing a book you have to include some descriptions of things. I said that I could take photographs and put them in the book. But she said the idea of a book was to describe things using words so that people could read them and make a picture in their own head.

because I went to London on my own, and because I went to solved the mystery of Who Killed Wellington? and I found my mother and I was brave and I wrote a book and that means I can do anything.

At home he was reading Pet Sematary, but reading that in public was like leaving the house in your underwear.

The history and failure of Keys' diet-heart hypothesis, that fat is bad, is well documented in Nina Teicholz's book, The Big Fat Surprise.

One of the reasons you can't learn everything you need to know about leadership from a seminar or a book is that leadership is, ultimately, an art.

A loud, egotistical, one-note asshole who's been cruising on the reputation of one obnoxious, over-testosteroned book for way too long and who should just shut the fuck up.

It is for the reader to see in the book the nature of the motives of human actions and perhaps learn something too of the motives behind the social forces which judge those actions and which, I take it, we call a system of morality.

I like nothing better in this world than a good clean book, brother.

Rusty wore jeans, Fiona a long skirt that swept the ground. Dragging its flounces across the damp grass, she looked like a mediaeval lady from the rubric of an illuminated Book of Hours, a remote princess engaged in some now obsolete pastime.

not required to stay late in the Whitehall area, I used, as a general routine, to come straight back from duty to a nearby pub, dine there, then retire to bed with a book. At that period the seventeenth century particularly occupied me, so that works like Wood's Athenae Oxonienses or Luttrell's Brief Relation opened up vistas of the past, if not necessarily preferable to one's own time, at least appreciably different. These historical readings could be varied with Proust.

There is the review intended to sell a book, — which comes out immediately after the appearance of the book, or sometimes before it; the review which gives reputation, but does not affect the sale, and which comes a little later; the review which snuffs a book out quietly; the review which is to raise or lower the author a single peg, or two pegs, as the case may be; the review which is suddenly to make an author, and the review which is to crush him.

How could a man fix his attention on any book, with a charge of murder against himself affirmed by the deliberate decision of a judge?

I would be greatly distressed if this book contributed still further to the seduction of the gullible, now cynically exploited by all the media.

The Opinions Expressed In This Book Are Not Those Of The Author.

Is he not the celebrated author of The Dynamics of an Asteroid, a book which ascends to such rarefied heights of pure mathematics that it is said that there was no man in the scientific press capable of criticizing it?