#readers

Readers are plentiful: thinkers are rare. ↗

— Anthony Burgess

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A great writer creates a world of his own and his readers are proud to live in it. A lesser writer may entice them in for a moment, but soon he will watch them filing out. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

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I love connecting with readers! ↗

— Sylvia Day

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Certain readers resented me when they could no longer recognize their territory, their institution. ↗

— Jacques Derrida

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Show me a family of readers, and I will show you the people who move the world. ↗

— Napoleon Bonaparte

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Newspapers are busily experimenting with different models. Traditionally, and I suspect in hindsight very mistakenly, online news was free. And once given free access readers felt it was their entitlement. ↗

— Malcolm Turnbull

#busily #different #entitlement #experimenting #felt

Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed? Can the writer isolate and vivify all in experience that most deeply engages our intellects and our heats? Can the writer renew our hope for literary forms? Why are we reading if not in hope that the writer will magnify and dramatize our days, will illuminate and inspire us with wisdom, courage, and the possibility of meaningfulness, and will press upon our minds the deepest mysteries, so we may feel again their majesty and power? ↗

— Annie Dillard

#reading #understanding #writing #writing-life #beauty

I didn't want readers to have to make allowances for what they couldn't see, but to be able to say to themselves that the fabric of the magic detailed was perfectly believable. ↗

— Terry Brooks

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When my head is in the typewriter the last thing on my mind is some imaginary reader. I don’t have an audience; I have a set of standards. But when I think of my work out in the world, written and published, I like to imagine it’s being read by some stranger somewhere who doesn’t have anyone around him to talk to about books and writing—maybe a would-be writer, maybe a little lonely, who depends on a certain kind of writing to make him feel more comfortable in the world. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#loneliness #reader #readership #imagination

Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know. ↗

— Alberto Manguel

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