Quotes About Literature

The reader must not imagine that he is to find in it wisdom, brilliancy, fertility of invention, ingenuity of construction, excellence of form, purity of style, perfection of imagery, truth to nature, clearness of statement, humanly possible situations, humanly possible people, fluent narrative, connected sequence of events

The man who does not read good books is no better than the man who can't.

Es ist idiotisch, sieben oder acht Monate an einem Roman zu schreiben, wenn man in jedem Buchladen für zwei Dollar einen kaufen kann.

wit and indelicacy being sometimes better literature-preservers than holiness.

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The man who does not read books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them.

The humorous story is American, the comic story is English, the witty story is French.

Klasyka, to to, co wszyscy chcieliby przeczyta? i czego nikt nie czyta.

If books are not good company, where will I find it?

My books are like water; those of the great geniuses are wine. Fortunately everybody drinks water.

Tolstoy carelessly neglects to include a boat race.

If You don't read good books, then you are no better than an unlettered Man

Without writers fooling themselves about what their books might accomplish there would be no books at all.

Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say. Of course those who write short books have even less to say.

I must read. I must read. I must read.

Symbols shmimbols. Sure they're important but... Well look at Ahab's whale. Now there's a great symbol. Some say it stands for god, meaning, and purpose. Others say it stands for purposelessness and the void. But what we sometimes forget is that Ahab's whale was also just a whale.

There's only one choice now: finish what Zampanò himself failed to finish. Re-inter this thing in a binding tomb. Make it only a book.

Somewhere inside her were the souls of words. They climbed out and stood beside her.

I saw the book thief three times.

You can't eat books, sweetheart.

As always, one of her books was next to her.

My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.

She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.