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A good reader should always have two books with him: one to read, the other one to lend.

Happy be the reader plunged into her book who forgot the world and whom world forgot.

I sit down by the river. Its incessant flow has polished the rocks carried from the top of the mountain. The aqueous caress, that has unrolled for millions of years the liquid ribbon from the summits towards the plains, keeps the freshness of the youth. The July sun heats the trees on the shore, while the stream of water refreshes the air; Two breaths which mingle without opposing one another. The foliage softly sways under the summer breeze, tuning its movement to that of the fiery wave. Won by a palpable peace, thank you Mother Nature, I dive into my book. A time later, which seems infinite to me, the sky becomes darker, I raise my head. How many hours have passed during which, indifferent to the human time, the cascading water has descended from the mountain? How much water has passed in front of me? How many beings have quenched their thirst there, and get their lives out from it? How long after my small passage on Earth will have been forgotten, the river will continue to flow, to carry its rocks, to erode the mountain until it becomes a plain, to spread life like a vein of the Earth ?

Life can be so unexpected and wolderful!

Louise leaned over towards the bottomless abyss of those troubled waters. Could she get rid of all her suffering by letting it be swept away by those tumultuous waves? And what if she’d already had all the happiness that was in store for her on earth?

Louise was wandering around in front of the books, reading the titles and looking at the beautiful leather covers, when she heard her father come into the house. In a panic, she picked three books at random without so much as looking at them and ran out of the study. When she got back to her room, she looked at the stolen treasures, worried at the idea that her father would discover the theft. When she opened them and read them, her pleasure was even greater as, for her, this seemed to be a kind of victory over her father, who couldn’t see what she was doing. She managed to read one of them but the two others were really too difficult. Yet the pleasure she felt at escaping from her life by reading was something that from then on she could never do without.

Love from novels isn't true love: it ends where it should begin. True love, deep love, grows up with time, throughout days of dullness and days of storms. It leaves in one's heart a rainbow of tenderness and forgiveness which illuminates forever the beloved one.

My own heart is in my characters. My novels are my memories; they are the best part of me.

Take and remember the best part of a book like the best part of life!

The reader leaves his mark on the book, as the book leaves its mark on the reader.

There’s a price for everything, Louvois,’ Édouard whispered, ‘there’s a price for everything…’ It had always been Louvois’ dilemma, whether to give priority to money or to art. His profession was all about finding a happy medium between the two.

What's happiness for a reader? Be pleasantly surprised by a book from which he expected nothing.

Why do we do so few when we can do so much?

Words are like humans — alone, they are useless; together, they make sense.

Writing is a solitary pleasure. Reading is a solitary pleasure. Does this mean that the writer and the readers do not like humanity? On the contrary! Beyond time and space, beyond colors and customs, the writer and the readers share dreams, knowledge, hopes, imagination, and love of mankind.