#books

A children's story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good children's story in the slightest. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#children-s-books #reading #story

There is something wonderful about a book. We can pick it up. We can heft it. We can read it. We can set it down. We can think of what we have read. It does something for us. We can share great minds, great actions, and great undertakings in the pages of a book. ↗

— Gordon B. Hinckley

#reading #action

All morning I struggled with the sensation of stray wisps of one world seeping through the cracks of another. Do you know the feeling when you start reading a new book before the membrane of the last one has had time to close behind you? You leave the previous book with ideas and themes -- characters even -- caught in the fibers of your clothes, and when you open the new book, they are still with you. ↗

— Diane Setterfield

#character #characters #ideas #impact #reading

Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us? ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#character #cornelia-funke #existentialism #words #writers

Personally, I believe “Young Adult” to be an arbitrary title that means the book "Can be enjoyed by anyone/Has a main character who’s not quite an adult/Isn’t really boring. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#genre #young_adult #character

Crying is all right in its own way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#cry #crying #decisions #right

Good books don't give up all their secrets at once. ↗

— Stephen King

#secret

Dreams are glimpses into life’s truths. ↗

— Larry Itejere

#children-s-books #fantasy-fiction #teen-fantasy #dreams

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake. Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true? We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La. They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to middle Earth. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#dreams

Generally speaking, books don't cause much harm. Except when you read them, that is. Then they cause all kinds of problems. ↗

— Pseudonymous Bosch

#books #harm #problems #read #reading