In the case of good books, the point is not to see how many of them you can get through, but rather how many can get through to you.
Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.
We live for books.
If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck 'em!
Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly -- they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.
Reading one book is like eating one potato chip.
I read a book one day and my whole life was changed.
A good library will never be too neat, or too dusty, because somebody will always be in it, taking books off the shelves and staying up late reading them.
I cannot remember the books I've read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.
A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
Today a reader, tomorrow a leader.
Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone else's imagination after a day that's all too real.
Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal
The world was hers for the reading.
People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.
No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.
Books should go where they will be most appreciated, and not sit unread, gathering dust on a forgotten shelf, don't you agree?
Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours.
The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – which you had thought special and particular to you. Now here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours.