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Do you know the feeling when you start reading a new book before the membrane of the last one has had time to close behind you? You leave the previous book with ideas and themes–characters even–caught in the fibers of your clothes, and when you open the new book, they are still with you

Do you arrange your books alphabetically? (I hope not.)

Do you have any old copies of Dickens? Bookseller: We've got a copy of David Copperfield from 1850 for $150. Customer: Why is it so expensive if it's that old?

Do you know what it is?' [Toby] said thoughtfully. 'It's that they haven't had anything really awful happen to them. No wonder they seem so superficial and unfeeling.' It was certainly an interesting theory, ... [but] surely one didn't need to have suffered in order to possess empathy for those who had? All it required was a bit of imagination and a well-stocked library.

Do you like books, Lady Murray?' Lavinia asked. 'Just to read,' Violet said. 'A mistake. A very big mistake. A poorly bound book disintegrates. Where would our learning be then? We need something permanent, solid. We need to treat words with the respect they are due. Treasure them. Adorn the books that contain these words with leather bindings, illuminate their words with gold. We shouldn't treat learning lightly.' 'But I would treat a word scrawled on a scrap of paper with the same respect as one written on an illuminated manuscript.

Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You’d find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more ‘literary’ you are. That’s my definition anyway. Telling detail. Fresh detail. The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. So now you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life.

Do you know where your breakthrough begins? Your breakthrough begins where your excuses ends.

Do you love tragedies and everything that breaks the heart?

Do you know why books such as this are so important? They have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me, it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You'd find life under the glass screaming past an infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper the more literary you are. That's my definition anyway. Telling detail. Fresh detail.

Do you want to be in our mob?" Elena asks him. "When did we get a mob?" he says. "We don't have one yet. I'm working on it." Michael turns to me. "It's got something to do with books." "In that case," says Michael, "I'm in.

Do you want to feel better or do you want to get well are two different things. Some people go to church to feel better but never get well. Some come to church for comfort and leave unchanged. And that is what sin represents. ..it is a place to be comfortable thereby feeling normal in your own disfunction.

Do you usually dine alone?" I asked. "No," he said. "I always dine with a book.

Dreams are good at playing with your memory. They love leaving no trace behind and hate to show up once again in the morning.

Dr. Manning said he'd thought at first it might be sleeping sickness, or even narcolepsy, whatever that was, but - no, Pete was healthy enough physically. Manoel growled that the boy was bone-lazy, spending his time fishing and reading. Reading! No good could come of such things. 'In a way you're right, Manoel,' Dr. Manning said hesitantly. 'It's natural for a boy to day-dream now and then, but I think Pedro does it too much. I've let him use my library whenever he wanted, but it seems... h'm... it seems he reads the wrong things. Fairy tales are very charming, but they don't help a boy to cope with real life.' 'Com certeza,' Manoel agreed. 'You mean he has crazy ideas in the head.' 'Oh, they're rather nice ideas,' Dr. Manning said. 'But they're only fairy tales, and they're beginning to seem true to Pete. You see, Manoel, there are really two worlds, the real one, and the one you make up inside your mind. Sometimes a boy - or even a man - gets to like his dream world so much he just forgets about the real one and lives in the one he's made up.' 'I know,' Manoel said. 'I have seen some who do that. It is a bad thing.' 'It would be bad for Pete. He's a very sensitive boy. If you live too much in dreams, you can't face real life squarely.' ("Before I Wake...")

Dream up a book on Monday, publish it on Friday.

Dr. Seuss' The Cat in the Hat is a picture book meritable of every child reader, whether he or she is just a beginner, or a bit more advanced. ("Reviews by Cat Ellington: The Complete Anthology, Vol. 1," 2018)

Drugs and Alcohol, although a crutch, have been the downfall of some of our greatest authors, artists & performers. These mind altering, addictive, substances can be considered both the medicine and the poison. What seems to be a stimulant eventually turns on the user and becomes the poison!

Dust accumulated on the book has no power to change its story.

Each Christian comes from a different background, upbringing, lineage, and environment. But in Christ we are unified.

Each book holds an experience and an adventure." [Letters of Note; Troy (MI, USA) Public Library, 1971]

Each book which so far is written is filled with a new thoughts... new images... new arguments... new discussions.

Each book was like an underwater cave, and when I rose again to the surface, I was pale and grumpy, resentful of everyone who hadn't been where I'd been.

Each of them has only one moment, a moment when it soars screaming like the phoenix, all its pages aflame. For that single moment we love them ever after, although they soon turn to ashes.

Each Inspirational Messenger who was and has been acknowledged in the history books was done so because of the way they chose to live. Their life had a core message that was central to their years, whether they exemplified and expressed whenever they took a step in the world.

Each one dreams the dream of life in his own way. I have dreamed it in my library; and when the hour shall come in which I must leave this world, may it please God to take me from my ladder—from before my shelves of books!...

Eat Ice Cream. Read Books. Be Happy.

Early reading is serendipitous, and rightly so. Gloriously so. Libraries favor serendipity, invite it; the roaming along a shelf, eyeing an unfamiliar name, taking this down, then that--oh, who's this? Never heard of her--give her a go? That is where, and how, you learn affinity and rejection. You find out what you like by exploring what you do not.

Edward genially enough did not disagree with what I said, but he didn't seem to admit my point, either. I wanted to press him harder so I veered close enough to the ad hominem to point out that his life—the life of the mind, the life of the book collector and music lover and indeed of the gallery-goer, appreciator of the feminine and occasional boulevardier—would become simply unlivable and unthinkable in an Islamic republic. Again, he could accede politely to my point but carry on somehow as if nothing had been conceded. I came slowly to realize that with Edward, too, I was keeping two sets of books. We agreed on things like the first Palestinian intifadah, another event that took the Western press completely off guard, and we collaborated on a book of essays that asserted and defended Palestinian rights. This was in the now hard-to-remember time when all official recognition was withheld from the PLO. Together we debated Professor Bernard Lewis and Leon Wieseltier at a once-celebrated conference of the Middle East Studies Association in Cambridge in 1986, tossing and goring them somewhat in a duel over academic 'objectivity' in the wider discipline. But even then I was indistinctly aware that Edward didn't feel himself quite at liberty to say certain things, while at the same time feeling rather too much obliged to say certain other things. A low point was an almost uncritical profile of Yasser Arafat that he contributed to Interview magazine in the late 1980s.

Ein Buch muß die Axt sein für das gefrorene Meer in uns.

Electronic books live out of sight and out of mind. But printed books have body, presence.

El mundo está lleno de libros preciosos que nadie lee” "The world is full of precious books that nobody reads

El libro es jardín que se puede llevar en el bolsillo, nave espacial que viaja en la mochila, arma para enfrentar las mejores batallas y afrentar a los peores enemigos, semilla de libertad, pañuelo para las lágrimas. El libro es cama mullida y cama de clavos, el libro te obliga a pensar, a sonreír, a llorar, a enojarte ante lo injusto y aplaudir la venganza de los justos. El libro es comida, techo, asiento, ropa que me arropa, boca que besa mi boca. Lugar que contiene el universo.

Elle avait pris l’habitude de laisser la porte entrouverte afin que l’air humide de l’automne se mêle au parfum des livres. Elle avait toujours pensé que l’air automnal et les livres allaient bien ensemble, que les uns comme les autres se mariaient bien avec des plaids, des fauteuils confortables et de grandes tasses de café ou de thé.

Endings to be useful must be inconclusive.

...ending a book with a sequel in such a way that the reader still has faith in the characters and in the writer. That's finesse.

Enamorarse puede no ser una decisión consciente, pero ahorrarse la situación antes de que suceda lo es. Así que si conozco a alguien del que creo podría enamorarme... voy a alejarme de su presencia hasta que esté lista para ello.

Ending a series is a difficult one .......where should a story that you have followed for so long end? When do you step away from the characters and let the readers decide their fate from there? When they can stand on their own is my only answer for that.

Emptiness and loneliness consume you. Physically you're alive, but mentally you're dying inside.

En resolución, él se enfrascó tanto en su lectura, que se le pasaban las noches leyendo de claro en claro, y los días de turbio en turbio, y así, del poco dormir y del mucho leer, se le secó el cerebro, de manera que vino a perder el juicio. Llenósele la fantasía de todo aquello que leía en los libros, así de encantamientos, como de pendencias, batallas, desafíos, heridas, requiebros, amores, tormentas y disparates imposibles, y asentósele de tal modo en la imaginación que era verdad toda aquella máquina de aquellas soñadas invenciones que leía, que para él no había otra historia más cierta en el mundo.

En nuestra existencia hay una única coincidencia que nos une y, por un momento, nuestros corazones laten como si fueran uno.

Entrei numa livraria. Pus-me a contar os livros que há para ler e os anos que terei de vida. Não chegam! Não duro nem para metade da livraria! Deve haver certamente outras maneiras de uma pessoa se salvar, senão… estou perdido.

Era gracioso cómo la atracción podía existir en un momento y morir en un instante.

Ereaders were a great convenience, but nothing could beat the smell of a library and old books.

Esaminiamo tutte le azioni di questo genere e troveremo sempre che derivano unicamente dallo spirito di perversità, che cioè noi le commettiamo solo in quanto sentiamo che non dovremmo commetterle.

És senki ne gondolja, hogy a könyvek nem valóságos helyek.

Escapism sold books, to be sure, but not nearly as many as were sold by exposing America’s flaws and making the average American reader (and book club member) look closely at his or her most cherished social assumptions. Americans might not be eager to accept integration, feminism, homosexuality, juvenile delinquency, and the drug culture– or to shoulder the blame for the existence of these problems– but they were certainly willing to read about them.

Escribir como forma de vida o de muerte, depende de la trama.

Ése es el grave problema de esta sociedad: está llena de deseos de consumir y de aparentar, pero hay muy pocas ganas de ser.

Escribir una novela es mutar varias veces bajo varias pieles. Es vivir cientos de vidas en diversos personajes que te tocan y te mueven mientras dure la historia".

Es impresionante cómo las cosas que recuerdas siempre son las que te gustaría olvidar y en cambio, las cosas a las que deseas aferrarte desesperadamente se desvanecen como la arena en el viento.