#liter

This will never be a civilized country until we expend more money for books than we do for chewing gum. ↗

— Elbert Hubbard

#illiteracy #reading #money

The best literature is always a take [in the musical sense]; there is an implicit risk in its execution, a margin of danger that is the pleasure of the flight, of the love, carrying with it a tangible loss but also a total engagement that, on another level, lends the theater its unparalleled imperfection faced with the perfection of film. I don’t want to write anything but takes. ↗

— Julio Cortázar

#creativity #literature #writing #art

It's your fiction that interests me. Your studies of the interplay of human motives and emotion. ↗

— Isaac Asimov

#psychology #motivational

I know I will always be attracted to the unknown as it does often verify what I am or what else I could be. ↗

— Hollace M. Metzger

#hollace-m-metzger #inspirational #interview #literary #quote

Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed ↗

— Clarice Lispector

#believe #dream #literature #dreams

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#books #literature #reading #writing #read

The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read. ↗

— Mark Twain

#attributed-no-source #literacy #read

Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#literature #philosphy #poetry #reading #read

There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them. ↗

— Joseph Brodsky

#censorship #illiteracy #reading #read

He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#hemingway #dreams