At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.
I remembered reading in a hard-boiled detective novel that if you drink in the same place two nights in a row, the bartender and waiters will remember your face.
...there are so many books left to read. For that reason alone it is worth going on living. Books make me happy, the help me escape from reality.
The whole point of straws, I had thought, was that you did not have to set down the slice of pizza to suck a dose of Coke while reading a paperback.
Rich people read their bills. Poor people dread theirs.
They will need you to put the right books in their hands, book in which they can lose themselves and books in which they can find themselves.
Generally speaking, books don't cause much harm. Except when you read them, that is. Then they cause all kinds of problems.
I've given up reading the papers. Since the world's so obviously bent on killing itself, I decided months ago to sit back and let it.
I would so hate to be a first-person character! Always on your guard, always having people read your thoughts!
He gets away with it because he's strong.' 'This is the story of mankind.' 'I thought you were going to be a priest at one point.' 'Yes. But then I read the newspaper.
Reading the Bible will help you get to know the word, but it’s when you put it down and live your life that you get to know the author.
She folds the pages of the books she reads when she wants to remember something important. Her favorite books are accordions, testaments to an endless search for meaning.
Every reader has found charms by which to secure possession of a page that, by magic, becomes as if never read before, fresh and immaculate.
Wearing glasses for reading meant surrendering to old age without the least bit of a fight.
As the sweaty, alcohol fuming bodies press in on me from all directions I decide that my ideal of a good time is reading a good novel, alone
That was the wonderful thing about historical novels, one met so many famous people. It was like reading a very old copy of magazine.
I read somewhere that when you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.
I've read your summary." "And?" "It's not incompetent." Be still, my heart, so I don't faint from such faint phrase. "Did you expect it to be written in crayon?
Mr Pinch accordingly, after turning over the leaves of his book with as much care as if they were living and highly cherished creatures, made his own selection, and began to read.
I love the smell of a new book, but I prefer inhaling fresh bottles of ink and glue. They get me more lightheaded – unless I read the book.
As the epic film, Noah, debuts this weekend, those of you who have read Samrajni of Pemako know about the Noah subplot in the novel. Yes, Safiya the protagonist is distantly related to Noah...
