If the soul cannot find its jacket. it is condemned to an eternity of wandering--naked and alone
Anne FadimanI can think of few better ways to introduce a child to books than to let her stack them, upend them, rearrange them, and get her fingerprints all over them.
Anne FadimanMuses are fickle, and many a writer, peering into the voice, has escaped paralysis by ascribing the creative responsibility to a talisman: a lucky charm, a brand of paper, but most often a writing instrument. Am I writing well? Thank my pen. Am I writing badly? Don't blame me blame my pen. By such displacements does the fearful imagination defend itself.
Anne FadimanTag: imagination writing writer paper muses pen
In my view, nineteen pounds of old books are at least nineteen times as delicious as one pound of fresh caviar.
Anne FadimanIt has long been my belief that everyone's library contains an Odd Shelf. On this shelf rests a small, mysterious corpus of volumes whose subject matter is completely unrelated to the rest of the library, yet which, upon closer inspection, reveals a good deal about its owner.
Anne FadimanA sonnet might look dinky, but it was somehow big enough to accommodate love, war, death, and O.J. Simpson. You could fit the whole world in there if you shoved hard enough.
Anne FadimanI can imagine few worse fates than walking around for the rest of one's life wearing a typo.
Anne FadimanPen-bereavement is a serious matter.
Anne FadimanTag: humor writing writers pen pens
Reading aloud means no skipping, no skimming, no cutting to the chase.
Anne FadimanTag: reading
His books commingled democratically, united under the all-inclusive flag of Literature. Some were vertical, some horizontal, and some actually placed behind others. Mine were balkanized by nationality and subject matter.
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