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Plot twist: everything goes exactly as planned.

Please, no matter how we advance technologically, please don't abandon the book. There is nothing in our material world more beautiful than the book." (Acceptance speech, National Book Award 2010 (Nonfiction), November 17, 2010)

Please kiss that girl a million times.

Please, no matter how we advance in technology please don't abandon the book-there is nothing in our material world more beautiful than a book.

please,Tana,please.' -lots of characters in The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

Poetry is, after all, only nonsense and justifies what would be considered impudence if written in prose.

Poetry is what you turn to when nothing else works.

Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...

POLITENESS must carry the true weight of SINCERITY and INTEGRITY for it to be a true act of POLITENESS.

Poppy’s hands fall on to the book. ‘Stories’, she says, ‘are the only thing in this world that are real. Everything else is just a dream.

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.

Ponder now by thyself, how great fruit of wickedness the grain of evil seed had brought forth. And when the ears shall be cut down, which are without number, how great a floor shall they fill?

-¿Por qué cree que abrir una librería es inverosímil?-. ¿La gente de Hardborough no quiere comprar libros? -Han perdido el deseo por las cosas raras-dijo (...). (...) Y no me diga usted que los libros no constituyen una rareza en sí mismos.

- ¿Por qué cree que abrir una librería es inverosímil?-le gritó al viento-. ¿La gente de Hadborough no quiere comprar libros? -Han perdido el deseo por las cosas raras -dijo (...)-. (...) Y no me diga usted que los libros no constituyen una rareza en sí mismos. (La librería)

─Por si sirve de algo, pienso que la felicidad es una condición efímera, no un maldito permanente estado mental. He aprendido que, si vas tras momentos de gozo aquí y allá, a veces esos momentos te sostendrán a través de la mierda. ─Él pausó para recoger un pedazo de tabaco fuera de su lengua.─Personalmente, no me gusta la gente inherentemente feliz. No confío en ellas. Creo que hay algo seriamente mal con cualquiera que no está al menos un poquito defraudada por el mundo.

Possible, unthinkable, the cricket’s tiny back as I lie on the lawn in the dark, my heart a blue cup fallen from someone’s hands.

Prayer seems to me a cry of weakness, and an attempt to avoid, by trickery, the rules of the game as laid down. I do not choose to admit weakness. I accept the challenge of responsibility. Life, as it is, does not frighten me, since I have made my peace with the universe as I find it, and bow to its laws. The ever-sleepless sea in its bed, crying out “how long?” to Time; million-formed and never motionless flame; the contemplation of these two aspects alone, affords me sufficient food for ten spans of my expected lifetime. It seems to me that organized creeds are collections of words around a wish. I feel no need for such. However, I would not, by word or deed, attempt to deprive another of the consolation it affords. It is simply not for me. Somebody else may have my rapturous glance at the archangels. The springing of the yellow line of morning out of the misty deep of dawn, is glory enough for me. I know that nothing is destructible; things merely change forms. When the consciousness we know as life ceases, I know that I shall still be part and parcel of the world. I was a part before the sun rolled into shape and burst forth in the glory of change. I was, when the earth was hurled out from its fiery rim. I shall return with the earth to Father Sun, and still exist in substance when the sun has lost its fire, and disintegrated into infinity to perhaps become a part of the whirling rubble of space. Why fear? The stuff of my being is matter, ever changing, ever moving, but never lost; so what need of denominations and creeds to deny myself the comfort of all my fellow men? The wide belt of the universe has no need for finger-rings. I am one with the infinite and need no other assurance.

Precisely this one, which I had intended to be published anonymously so that it could never build any reputation on the part of the author, did become a success.... Don't aim at success - the more you aim and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued, it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side-effect of one's dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself.

Present-day worthy poets’ and writers’ writings and books should be added to the syllabus and studied in the schools, colleges and universities so that the students can taste the new ideas along with the old ones!

President John F. Kennedy’s Cigars On February 7, 1962, President Kennedy announced to his staff that he needed some help finding as many of the prestigious Cuban Petit Upmann cigars as possible. He let it be known that he would like to have 1,000 of these cigars by the next morning. Being the President of the United States, his wish was granted when, on the morning of February 8th, his Press Secretary Pierre Salinger came in and deposited 1,200 cigars on Kennedy’s desk. Smiling, Kennedy opened his desk, took out a document and signed it, banning importation of all Cuban-made products into the United States. Some years later when asked about that moment, Salinger said that there were actually 1,201 cigars.

Printing meant arranging the letters into words, the words into perfectly straight lines, and the lines into even blocks of text to be inked and pressed onto paper or vellum. And each small step of the process, which sounds so mundane today, required invention.

Programs has a temporary results leading to nothingness, and the Gospel the brings the result of Eternal life.

Prolific libraries take on an independent existence, and become living things...We may have chosen its themes, and the general pathways along which it will develop, but we can only stand and watch as it invades all the walls of the room, climbs to the ceiling, annexes the other rooms one by one, expelling anything that gets in the way. It eliminates pictures hanging on the walls, or ornaments that obstruct its advance; it moves on with its necessary but cumbersome acolytes -- stools and ladders -- and forces its owner into constant reorganization since its progress is not linear and calls for ever new kinds of diviion. At the same time, it is undeniably the reflection, the twin image of its master. To anyone with the insight to decode it, the fundamental character of the librarian will emerge as one's eye travels along the bookshelves. indeed no library of any size is like another, none has the same personality. (pp. 30-31)

[Public] libraries should be open to all—except the censor. [Response to questionnaire in Saturday Review, October 29 1960]

—Pues bien; lo que yo quiero son realidades. No les enseñéis a estos muchachos y muchachas otra cosa que realidades. En la vida sólo son necesarias las realidades.

Publishers are businesses and I don’t blame them for that. If they didn’t make money by publishing books, there wouldn’t be any books.

Publishing a book is like being pregnant. By the end, you're just ready to get that baby out!

Publication is a marathon, not a sprint. Writing the book is only the start.

Puckett's Stacks was not the sort of bookshop one happened upon; it was the sort of bookshop for which one looked deliberately.

Providence has delivered me of every worldly passion, save this one; the desire to acquire books, new or old books of any kind, whose charms I cannot persuade myself to resist.

Purple Mike promises to be an intriguing read that will teach anyone who wants to know about the highs and lows of drug addiction. Purple Mike is a legal, natural high. Enjoy reading.

Purity. Serenity... Solitude: What you ought to uphold. But the important thing is whether you believe it.

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...quando una persona ti regala un LIBRO (che forse hai già letto), davanti a lei devi fingere di non averlo letto, perchè il vero regalo è poter donare un'esperienza di lettura, non riceverla.

Quell'uomo regalava libri ad una donna. Non gioielli, né vestiti. Libri. Nessuno ne aveva mai regalato uno a lei, ad esclusione di Bess, mentre Ryan avrebbe gradito senza alcuna ombra di dubbio, così come adorava regalarli a sua volta. Offrire in dono un libro equivaleva ad impacchettare, oltre al volume, anche le ore, i pensieri, le riflessioni spese nei riguardi della persona che lo riceveva. E per quelli non esisteva un prezzo di copertina sufficiente.

Quem tem um coração negro só pode ter sonhos negros. Aqueles que o têm ainda mais escuro nem sequer sabem o que é sonhar...

-¿Qué leías? Guardó silencio durante unos segundos y al final admitió: -Peter Pan y Wendy. Héctor fingió sorprenderse, pero la risa lo traicionó. -Tú y tus lecturas raras... -Oye, que es un clásico. -Infantil. -Sí, bueno. Con algo tendré que alimentar a mi niña interior, ¿no? No voy a dejar que se muera de inanición como hiciste tú con el tuyo -le dijo medio en serio medio en broma. Su amigo le dirigió una mirada inquisitiva y Abril dijo-: Admítelo. Lo mataste. Al Héctor-niño, digo. Y ahora eres demasiado maduro.

Quiet,” she hissed at me, her voice shockingly aggressive for such a small person. “Otherwise, I’ll shut you up myself.

Quindi, vi prego, non lasciate che sia un libro a far si che qualcuno si senta capito per la prima volta.

¿Quieres ver el libro que traigo? -dijo Harlan. - ¿Es posible que lleves esos libros encima? - ¿Por qué no? El viaje en la cabina lleva bastante tiempo. No hay ninguna necesidad de desperdiciarlo.

Quiero que me toque otra vez. Quiero sentir sus manos, suaves como nubes, pero temo que al tocarme haga estallar los siete mil billones de billones de átomos que componen mi cuerpo y me disperse por el universo.

[Quoting a letter by Charles F. Lummis]: books are the last things that any human being can afford to do without.

Rain with no shoes is just as much fun as rain with big rubber galoshes.

Rare-book people have this in common with poets: they too are born, not made.

Read great books and be great.

Readers have the right to say whatever the fuck they want about a book. Period. They have that right. If they hate the book because the MC says the word “delicious” and the reader believes it’s the Devil’s word and only evil people use it, they can shout from the rooftops “This book is shit and don’t read it” if they want. If they want to write a review entirely about how much they hate the cover, they can if they want. If they want to make their review all about how their dog Foot Foot especially loved to pee on that particular book, they can." [Blog entry, January 9, 2012]

Reading a book is a silent conversation between two friends.

Reading a book is like living a deep and fulfilling life. Watching a movie is like being a paralyzed person: watching others live their lives while you observe from the sidelines.

Reading always calmed me down: filling my head with other - made up - people's problems and conflicts made my own seem less terrible, less real.

Read good books to improve your life.