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Take what interests and knowledge you can from books, but do not let them replace words and thoughts of your own.

Taking books away from a culture is to take away its shared memory. It's like taking away the ability to remember your dreams. Destroying a culture's books is sentencing it to something wose than death: It is sentencing it to seem as if it never lived.

Tal como os livros de Petrarca, os meus sabem infinitamente mais do que eu e agradeço-lhes por sequer tolerarem a minha presença. Por vezes, sinto que abuso desse privilégio.

Tana would sit near the door to the basement with fingers in her ears, tears and snot running down her face as she cried and cried and cried. And little Pearl would toddle up, crying, too. They cried while they ate their cereal, cried while they watched cartoons, and cried themselves to sleep at night, huddled together in Tana's little bed. 'Make her stop' Pearl said, but Tana couldn't.

Talking about the characters in a book she had enjoyed felt like gossiping about friends.

Tallis is a beautiful and terrible thing. Fearsome and alluring. Just like the forest in many ways... but it's written all over that handsome, pale face of yours; you like her.

Talvolta, camminando per la via, non t'è venuto accanto a una finestra illuminata dire un nome, o notte? Rispondeva soltanto il tuo silenzio. Ma le stelle brillavano ugualmente.

Tampaknya hanya buku yang paling pantas diceritakan dengan bangga oleh manusia beradab, bukan BMW, Mercedes, ataupun Volvo. Apabila ada manusia di zaman sekarang yang menyebut dirinya modern tetapi tidak mengindahkan buku, memilikinya, dan membacanya, maka dengan demikian manusia tersebut telah mengambil inisiatif menjadikan dirinya sebagai hewan.

Tante pagine sublimi sono state date alle fiamme, mentre questi documenti schifosi stanno ancora qui nella mia biblioteca.

Teams that spend a lot of time learning the tricks of the trade will probably never really learn the trade.

Teddy bears are best because they understand it's nice to be alone.

Technically, you cannot really own a book you bought; you can only own the sheets of paper your copy is printed on; unless, of course, you are the book’s publisher.

Tell a story in fewer and simpler words.

Tengo costumbre de ponerme a escribir en el diario antes de acostarme, cuando vuelvo a casa, y a veces me quedo dormida escribiendo. Releyendo el diario es fácil adivinar los puntos en que me dormí… También dejo pasar días enteros sin anotar nada. Y esto no está bien. Ocurre que aquí, en la montaña, la salidas son siempre bastante parecidas. Una no sabe qué decir. Pero este año, en cambio, me procuré un cuaderno con una página destinada a cada día, y cometí un error. Basta que me ponga a escribir para no poder detenerme. País de nieve, Yasunari Kawabata

—Te quiero. Y Tatiana llora. —Lo sabes, ¿verdad?—le susurra él—. Te quiero. Estoy ciego por ti, loco por ti. Estoy enfermo de amor por ti. Enfermo de amor por ti. Te lo dije la primera noche que estuvimos juntos, cuando te pedí que te casaras conmigo, y te lo digo ahora. Todo lo que nos ha pasado, absolutamente todo, es porque crucé aquella calle por ti. Te adoro. Lo sabes muy bien. Por cómo te abrazo, por cómo te toco, mis manos en tu cuerpo, Dios, dentro de ti, todo lo que no puedo decirte durante el día, Tatiana, Tania, Tatiasha, amor mío, ¿me sientes? ¿Por qué lloras? —A eso lo llamo yo susurrar... Alexander sigue susurrándole, ella llora, ella se entrega en una rendición incondicional y llora y llora. La entrega no resulta fácil, ni para ella ni para él, pero sí hay entrega en el refugio de la noche.

Ten minutes of careful searching later, Maelyn faced the dismal truth - she was bookless.

Tessa: Are all vampires like that? Cold like that? Charlotte: Many of them have been alive a long time. They don't see things the way we do.

Thank God #EVEN# #THOUGH# in bad times not only in your good; this is a graduated form of gratitude.

Thank God For Writing, As Now I Can Work Until My Last Breath!

Textbook intelligence is not true intelligence. It only marks a man good at memorization.

Thanks for being the kind of person who likes to pick up a book. That's a genuinely great thing. I met a librarian recently who said she doesn't read because books are her job and when she goes home, she just wants to switch off. I think we can agree that that's creepy as hell.

Thanksgiving - fall's finale. Best damn holiday of the year in my worldly estimation.

That day and night, the bleeding and the screaming, had knocked something askew for Esme, like a picture swinging crooked on a wall. She loved the life she lived with her mother. It was beautiful. It was, she sometimes thought, a sweet emulation of the fairy tales they cherished in their lovely, gold-edged books. They sewed their own clothes from bolts of velvet and silk, ate all their meals as picnics, indoors or out, and danced on the rooftop, cutting passageways through the fog with their bodies. They embroidered tapestries of their own design, wove endless melodies on their violins, charted the course of the moon each month, and went to the theater and the ballet as often as they liked--every night last week to see Swan Lake again and again. Esme herself could dance like a faerie, climb trees like a squirrel, and sit so still in the park that birds would come to perch on her. Her mother had taught her all that, and for years it had been enough. But she wasn't a little girl anymore, and she had begun to catch hints and glints of another world outside her pretty little life, one filled with spice and poetry and strangers.

That act alone made my blood boil. I wasn’t sure how long I could sit through this meal without ravishing more than just the food.

That conversation with the taxi driver suddenly made clear to me the essence of the writer's occupation. We write books because our children aren't interested in us. We address ourselves to an anonymous world because our wives plug their ears when we speak to them.

That feeling you get after you’ve just published your book and sense something should happen; and you wake up the next day, and the next, and that feeling of expectation is still there. That’s when you realize you have the patience of Job and lots more paper to fill…

-- that books were mirrors, reflective in sometimes unpredictable ways.

That is how we writers all started: by reading. We heard the voice of a book speaking to us.

That’s another argument for writing: making something that outlasts you.

That's it then. This is how it ends. I haven't even read Proust.

That's how you have to read this book, you see. You wade through a few sentences, then stop and think about them, then wade through a few more.

That's my point: if you own thirty or more books, or you are reading any book at this moment, you may protest all you want, but you were born on the wrong continent.

That's one of the amazing things great books like this do - they don't just get you to see the world differently, they get you to look at people, the people all around you, differently.

That's the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.

That's really what all books are, isn't it? I mean, lists of secrets and things you only wish you’d done - a sort of deathbed confession where you're trying to get it all out while the lights are still on.

That’s the main issue, Ezekiel, I don’t know you and you don’t know me.

That's the problem with best friends. Sometimes they know you better than you know yourself.

That's the problem. We don't grow. We're like an old book, full of stories and also full of errors, and no one can completely understand us, even though many people try. But the problem is that we don't change. Only the people around us change.

That's what books are for," Sara said, smiling at him. "The perfect excuse to do nothing. Make no decisions.

That’s what our country needs – more books and far more readers.

That's what sofas are for: sit down, drink a cup of tea, talk of literature. At least that's how I see it.

That’s when it hit me. I scrambled to his side of the bed in haste, silently opened the bedside drawer and located the box of matches he had used to light the candle.

...that the decline in reading among children was largely the fault of their parents. Parents these days don't read books, themselves, but they feel they should make their children read. Since they aren't readers, however, they have no idea what to give their children. That's why they cling to the recommendations from the Ministry of Education. Those books are all insufferably boring and, as a result, the kids learn to hate books. It's a vicious cycle with no end in sight.

That's why I've just gone on … collecting this particular kind of stuff – what you might call riff-raff. There's not a book here, Lawford, that hasn't at least a glimmer of the real thing in it – just Life, seen through a living eye, and felt. As for literature, and style, and all that gallimaufry, don't fear for them if your author has the ghost of a hint of genius in his making.

That's what this country needs -- more books!

That was always my fear, that perhaps books would lead me astray, teaching me about a life that didn’t match reality.

that the grace of fable stirs the mind"...and..."that the perusal of excellent books is, as it were, to interview with the noblest men of past ages

That was what my book was about—telling a story that made sense of what did not make sense, and telling it plainly enough that anyone who wanted to could point to it and say “that’s my story.” A man in a Peterbilt cap or a teenage girl with her hair down in her eyes.

That which others hear or read of, I felt and practised myself; they get their knowledge by books, I mine by melancholizing.

That was his favorite thing about books—they took you off to other people’s lives an’ places, but you could still set in your own chair by th’oil heater, warm as a mouse in a churn.