#book

The more sins you confess, the more books you will sell. ↗

— Ninon de L'Enclos

#confess #more #sell #sins #will

All those authors there, most of whom of course I've never met. That's the poetry side, that's the prose side, that's the fishing and miscellaneous behind me. You get an affection for books that you've enjoyed. ↗

— Norman MacCaig

#authors #behind #books #course #enjoyed

I don't care whether a book is a first edition or not. I'm not a bibliophile in that word's natural sense. ↗

— Norman MacCaig

#care #edition #first #i #natural

I only keep books that I like very much. Otherwise I'd throw them out. ↗

— Norman MacCaig

#i #keep #like #much #only

When I was a teacher, teachers would come into my classroom and admire my desk on which lay nothing whatever, whereas theirs were heaped with papers and books. ↗

— Norman MacCaig

#books #classroom #come #desk #heaped

I read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#am #book #girl #herself #i

I want to write such things as compel the admiring acclamation of the world at large, such things as are written but once in years, things subtle but distinctly different from the books written every day. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#books #compel #day #different #distinctly

It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#dire #effects #i #minds #pain

The book, you understand, was not written for publication. It was the portrayal of my emotions, the analysis of my own soul life during three months of my nineteenth year. I wrote then all the time, just as I do now, but, though the book is in diary form, it is not a diary. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#book #diary #during #emotions #form

When I wrote my book I wanted to love someone. I wanted to be in love. Now I know that I shall never be in love - and I no longer wish to be. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#i #know #longer #love #never