#reading

That's what I love about reading: one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that tiny thing will lead you to another book, and another bit there will lead you onto a third book. It's geometrically progressive - all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheer enjoyment. ↗

— Mary Ann Shaffer

#reading #love

Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true. ↗

— Mary Ann Shaffer

#society

If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads. ↗

— François Mauriac

#literacy #reading #heart

I believe in the magic of books. I believe that during certain periods in our lives we are drawn to particular books--whether it's strolling down the aisles of a bookshop with no idea whatsoever of what it is that we want to read and suddenly finding the most perfect, most wonderfully suitable book staring us right in the face. Unblinking. Or a chance meeting with a stranger or friend who recommends a book we would never ordinarily reach for. Books have the ability to find their own way into our lives. ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#reading #chance

You have to remember that it is impossible to commit a crime while reading a book. ↗

— John Waters

#reading #commitment

Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book. ↗

— Jane Smiley

#reading #feeling

The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#reading #career

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

The camera would miss it all. A magnificent picture is never worth a thousand perfect words. Ansel Adams can be a great artist, but he can never be Shakespeare. His tools are too literal. ↗

— John Dunning

#photography #reading #photography