#din

I do not read a book; I hold a conversation with the author. ↗

— Elbert Hubbard

#authority

Be as careful of the books you read, as of the company you keep; for your habits and character will be as much influenced by the former as the latter. ↗

— Paxton Hood

#choosing #reading #reading-books #influence

. . . in seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the appointed order of their Maker . . . ↗

— Charles Dickens

#diseased #mind #perverse #perverted #reverse

In the case of Elektra I really wasn't sure I could pull it off. There were so many intellectual leaps. My character, Stick, is blind, but he can see better than most people. So I had trouble kind of finding the logic. ↗

— Terence Stamp

#blind #case #character #could #elektra

It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#heart #reading #growth

Entering a novel is like going on a climb in the mountains: you have to learn the rhythm of respiration, acquire the pace; otherwise you stop right away. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#novel

A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle... ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#nabokov #quote #reader #reading #brain

I write almost always in the third person, and I don't think the narrator is male or female anyway. They're both, and young and old, and wise and silly, and sceptical and credulous, and innocent and experienced, all at once. Narrators are not even human - they're sprites. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#writing #wise

Yes, when I get big and have my own home, no plush chairs and lace curtains for me. And no rubber plants. I'll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Saturday night and a row of shining yellow pencils always sharpened for writing and a golden-brown bowl with a flower or some leaves or berries always in it and books . . . books . . . books. . . . ↗

— Betty Smith

#reading #flowers

A tiny dark object came sailing out of the window and landed at the giant's feet. Polybotes yelled, "Grenade!" He covered his face. His troops hit the ground. When the thing did not explode, Polybotes bent down cautiously and picked it up. He roared in outrage. "A Ding Dong? You dare insult me with a Ding Dong?" He threw the cake back at the shop, and it vaporized in the light. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#polybotes #insult