#read

Last year, when he had been staying with the Pevensies, he had managed to hear them all talking of Narnia and he loved teasing them about it. He thought of course that they were making it all up; and as he was far too stupid to make anything up himself, he did not approve of that. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#voyage-of-the-dawn-treader #love

Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books. ↗

— Mary Ann Shaffer

#reading #humor

Perhaps,' I wearily suggest, 'reading is the opiate of the educated classes.' 'Is it? Are you thinking of becoming a flower child?' he says, lighting up a new cigar. ↗

— Philip Roth

#education

Hello, my name is ees Lebkuchen Spice, and I vant to show you my coooooookies…. ↗

— David Levithan

#humor #humor

Will I have to use a dictionary to read your book?" asked Mrs. Dodypol. "It depends," says I, "how much you used the dictionary before you read it. ↗

— Alexander Theroux

#humor #humour #literature #reading #vocabulary

I just got out of the hospital. I was in a speed-reading accident. I hit a bookmark. ↗

— Steve Wright

#reading #humor

I just loved making words into stories by the sound of my voice. ↗

— Katherine Hannigan

#love

Sometimes I think together we are the worst kind of calamity." Thayer grinned back. Severine's lips burned. "Then I've never wanted to be destroyed so bad. ↗

— Calia Read

#every-which-way #love #relationships #severine #sloan-brothers

A person who reads lives more than one life, but that means that they die more than once as well. ↗

— Deanna Vasquez

#death #life #living #read #reading

The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man. Nothing else that he builds ever lasts. Monuments fall; nations perish; civilizations grow old and die out; and, after an era of darkness, new races build others. But in the world of books are volumes that have seen this happen again and again, and yet live on, still young, still as fresh as the day they were written, still telling men’s hearts of the hearts of men centuries dead. And even the books that do not last long, penetrate their own times at least, sailing farther than Ulysses even dreamed of, like ships on the seas. It is the author’s part to call into being their cargoes and passengers,--living thoughts and rich bales of study and jeweled ideas. As for the publishers, it is they who build the fleet, plan the voyage, and sail on, facing wreck, till they find every possible harbor that will value their burden. ↗

— Clarence C. Day

#reading #dreams