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It is through your experience you find out who you really are and who you are is from finding your own experience who really defines you.

It is too bad that most Olympians do not train as hard as the Lashkar jihadis whose main aim in life is to kill people.

It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.

It makes me sad that not every book is good,' I said. 'Not every book can be loved.' 'But when I pull a book off a shelf, and examine it, turning it this way and that, inspecting the cover, flipping through the pages and glancing at the words as they flash by, a thought here and a sentence there and I know that there is potential between those pages for love. Even if in my opinion the book is bad, someone else may find it good. Isn’t that like love?

It mattered most to me then because of where I was in my life. So in a way, there isn't just one book that matters most, there might be several, or even a dozen.

It may be escapist, but if I have a choice between watching the news or reading a book which gets me to see the world through different eyes, I will always choose the latter!

I told you I was not meant for this life life of lies and walls made of love

I travel for the jolting, angelic act of seeking strangeness and newness and profoundness.

I travel to be replenished with beauty, for travel makes the beauty of this world seem like a Christmas that never ends.

I travel to be replenished with beauty, for travel makes the beauty of this world seem like a Christmas that never ends. I travel for the jolting, angelic act of seeking strangeness and newness and profoundness . . .

I travel to know the life of great souls in the pages of a book.

I travel not only for the passion and madness and desire of movement, but because travel, like bread and water and air, becomes necessary to a life fully dreamed and lived.

I try not to cringe. Dog-earing a book feels like a violation of some sacred unspoken rule.

it’s a constant struggle between what i want and what i should do in the name of izzat and haya.

It's alright to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.

It's a strange sensation to pick up a book you read and enjoyed just a few months ago and discover you don't remember it.

It's commonplace to say that we 'love' a book, but when we say it, we mean all sorts of things. Sometimes we mean that a book was important to us in out youth, though we haven't picked it up in years; sometimes what we 'love' is an impressionistic idea glimpsed from afar (Combray...madeleins...Tante Leonie...) as apposed to the experience of wallowing and plowing through an actual text, and all too often people claim to love books they haven't read at all. Then there are books we love so much that we read every year or two, and know passages of them by heart; that cheer us up when we are sick or sad and never fail to amuse us when we take them up at random; that we pass on to all our friends and acquaintances; and to which we return again and again with undimmed enthusiasm over the course of a lifetime. I think it goes without saying ghat most books that engage readers on this very high levels are masterpieces; and this is why I believe that True Grit by Charles Portis is a masterpiece.

It seemed any young woman at odds with her place in life--be she a genteel lady or a serving girl--might find a happier home within the pages of a book.

It seemed that having girlfriends was a sign of innocence and a boundless capacity to care about other women. The hearts in that photograph and multiple strings attached to multiple other hearts. Everything was less about cliché and more about camaraderie. We weren't out for ourselves, we were out for each other. When had I forgotten that? When had I cut the pink wire?

It's entirely possible to base an entire book on a long-forgotten letter.

It’s getting a little chilly in here! Why don’t we sit by the fireplace and I’ll tell you the story of how I single handedly killed the Medina boys!

It's hard not being able to see you, but my life in Tokyo would be a lot worse if it weren't for you.

It should be noted that my mother has a long history of being disturbingly unperturbed by what normal people deem perturbing. Certain things simply don't strike her as worthy of a sit-down.

It's just incrediable if I play a game, I think don't I? If I watch a film, I just finish a book...

It’s neither an injury nor a wound but it can leave a scar. Some people do not have to break you to leave a strong mark; they are a lightning of miracle.

It's more than fandom when a story touches you so hard that you wish the characters were your family

It's not a romance, it's a love story.

It’s not about the typo, it’s about the message.

It’s not in the book or in the writer that readers discern the truth of what they read; they see it in themselves, if the light of truth has penetrated their minds.

Its not over when the curtains come down, its over when YOU choose not to perform anymore.

It's okay darling, creative people are called crazy all the time.

Its not the love that hurts but the scented memories of anticipated dreams of a future together

It's so clear to me now: the memorizing of a fake prayer, the symbolization of objects, the struggle to relate to the invisible - I needed a religion. I was lost.

It's risky most of the time, but its better to listen to your heart.

It tells him what to say. I know it sounds ridiculous,” muttered Hugh. “How can a book tell a man what to say?

It's through traveling you make the great journey into yourself, and it's the clarity of extremes in traveling that forces you to meet yourself like you've never met yourself before.

It's time for everybody to start becoming conscious of their conscience.

It [The Great Gatsby] has interested and excited me more than any new novel I have seen, either English or American, for a number of years....it seems to me to be the first step that American fiction has taken since Henry James.

It turns out horrendous when you choose the wrong options.

It was clear to her now, Happiness was a seductive illusion. No one as fucked up as her deserved one drop of joy. But oh god was it delicious when it fell into her lap for a little while. (Such a pretty face) she muses (with such a bruised and battered soul). When the dawn of a promise fades into the dusk of reality, all that remains is the nightmare. Sweet, sweet loneliness. Shadows come to play and prey on her beaten mind. Her lovely little dreams of poison.

It was cliche, he knew, but he meant it classic.

It was her eyes and my eyes and I felt a surging sensation of rightness, of saying the right thing at the right time to the right person.

It was so odd what brought out tenderness in people. It was never what you have expected.

It was your personality that consumed me. You became my favorite. My favorite of them all…

It takes all my strength to do daily tasks. To some people, I’m just a number. I’m a projected food stamps debit card lifetime member. I’m seen as crazy or insane, but it doesn’t matter. I know I am bigger than my suffering.

it takes a village to build success in publishing a book - it takes friends that are willing to help - it takes hours upon hours of no's to get to a yes, it takes many twists and turns with seemingly no end to the detours, it takes courage to face the unknowns - it takes and it takes and it takes - But then, like a flower opening its blossom - it gives.........

I turned to the window. A single raindrop fell against it, and seeing my reflection in the glass, I suddenly knew why Finn’s eyes were familiar. They were exactly like mine.

It was a musty sweet smell. "Is this plague city?

It was the literary equivalent of a brown paper bag.

It will be awesome audiobooks to go like films, but more longer!