#bookstore

I thought that my life would be spent working in a bookstore, teaching community college, and making music in my spare time that no one would be willing to listen to. ↗

— Moby

#college #community #community college #i #life

If you want to know who the oppressed minorities in America are, simply look at who gets their own shelf in the bookstore. A black shelf, a women's shelf, and a gay shelf. ↗

— Armistead Maupin

#minorities #america

As I watched bookstores close, I began to wonder how that felt for the owners. Owning a bookstore was their dream and now they're struggling and seeing those dreams fall apart. ↗

— Karen Kingsbury

#began #bookstore #bookstores #close #dream

Intercourse is one thing, Intimacy is everything. Be encouraged ↗

— Kerry E. Wagner

#authors #best-quote-ever #book-clubs #books #bookstores

Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore? ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#human #human nature #nature #weak #where

I work full-time in a used bookstore. I get up. I drink a cup of coffee. I think, The last thing I want to do is write. Then I go to the computer and write. ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#coffee #computer #cup #drink #full-time

My goal is two pages a day, five days a week. I never want to write, but I'm always glad that I have done it. After I write, I go to work at the bookstore. ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#always #bookstore #day #days #done

What has always surprised me when I walk into a bookstore is the number of books that you can find that are written with certainty. The authors tell some story as though it's true, but they don't have any evidence that it is true! ↗

— David Eagleman

#any #authors #books #bookstore #certainty

I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose. ↗

— George Carlin

#bookstore #defeat #i #me #purpose

I bought you something" Willows blurts out. "You bought...What?" Willow closes her eyes for a second. She's a little surprised she's going to give it to him after all, but there's no going back now. She has to. "At the bookstore." She reaches into her bag again, and pushes the package across the table towards him. Guy takes the book out of the bag slowly, Willow waits for him to look disappointed, to look confused that she would buy him such a battered, old- "I love it when used books have notes in the margins, it's the best," Guy says as he flips through the pages. "I always imagine who read it before me." He pauses and looks at one of Prospero's speeches. "I have way too much homework to read this now, but you know what? Screw it. I want to know why it's your favorite Shakespeare. Thank you, that was really nice of you. I mean, you really didn't have to." "But I did anyway," Willow says so quietly she's not even sure hears her. Hey," Guy frowns for a second. "You didn't write anything in here." "Oh, I didn't even think...I, well, I wouldn't even know what to write," Willow says shyly. "Well, maybe you'll think of something later," he says. Willow watches Guy read the opening. There's no mistaking it. His smile is genuine, and she can't help thinking that if she can't make David look like this, at least she can do it for someone. ↗

— Julia Hoban

#friendship #gift #gracious #imperfect #personalization