#reading

My parents were early converts to Christianity in my part of Nigeria. They were not just converts; my father was an evangelist, a religious teacher. He and my mother traveled for thirty-five years to different parts of Igboland, spreading the gospel. ↗

— Chinua Achebe

#converts #different #different parts #early #father

No one bothered reading the books and understanding - and again, I'm not being high-falutin' about it - but I think our books are great literature with great metaphors of real life dealing with fears and hopes. ↗

— Avi Arad

#again #being #books #bothered #dealing

Reading and writing are connected. I learned to read very early so I could read the comics, which I then started to draw. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#connected #could #draw #early #i

An American of the present day reading his Sunday newspaper in a state of lazy collapse is one of the most perfect symbols of the triumph of quantity over quality that the world has yet seen. ↗

— Irving Babbitt

#collapse #day #his #lazy #most

I really think that reading a whole script is kind of prying and neurotic, don't you? ↗

— Tom Baker

#kind #neurotic #prying #reading #really

Rereading A.J. Liebling carries me happily back to an age when all good journalists knew they had plenty to be modest about, and were. ↗

— Russell Baker

#age #back #carries #good #had

The reader's challenge is to replicate the experiment by reading the poem and to draw their own conclusions. ↗

— John Barton

#conclusions #draw #experiment #own #poem

All the information you could want is constantly streaming at you like a runaway truck - books, newspaper stories, Web sites, apps, how-to videos, this article you're reading, even entire magazines devoted to single subjects like charcuterie or wedding cakes or pickles. ↗

— Mario Batali

#books #cakes #constantly #could #devoted

Reading is a majority skill but a minority art. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#art

These books have not made George nobler or better or more truly wise. It is just that he likes listening to their voices, the one or the other, acording to his mood. He misuses them quite ruthlessly - despite the respectful way he has to talk about them in public - to put him to bed, to take his mind off the hands of the clock, to relax the nagging of his pyloric spasm, to gossip him out of his melancholy, to trigger the conditioned reflexes of his colon. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#respect