Hope knew that her thinking regarding books went contrary to the general sentiment of the people of Eden. Books were seen as a waste of time. What was the point, unless you were reading for information? To lose oneself in a book was to be slightly wacky, a little greedy, and ultimately slothful. There was no value. You couldn't make money from reading a book. A book did not give you clean bathrooms and waxed floors. It did not put the garden in. You couldn't have a conversation while reading. It was arrogant and alienated others. In short, those who read were wasteful and haughty and incapable of living in the real world. They were dreamers.
David BergenTag: reading books readers-and-reading
Think of this - that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other.
A.S. ByattTag: reading writing connections
But when your heart is tired and dumb, your soul has need of ease,
There’s none like the quiet folk who wait in libraries–
The counselors who never change, the friends who never go,
The old books, the dear books that understand and know!
Men who read a lot have a more sensitive disposition, added Fowler. [...]
I did not know what to say to this.
Maybe reading is a sort of curse is all I mean, concluded Fowler. Maybe it's better for a man to stay inside his own mind.
Amen, I felt like saying, although I do not know why.
Tag: reading books men melancholy inner-world
Read in oreder to live
Gustave FlaubertShe read to find out what it was like to be French or Russian in the nineteenth century, to be a rich New Yorker then, or a Midwestern pioneer. She read to discover how not to be Charlotte, how to escape the prison of her own mind, how to expand, and experience.
Penelope LivelyTag: reading
To read is to cover one's face. And to write is to show it.
Alejandro ZambraTag: reading writing bonsai act-of-reading act-of-writing alejandro-zambra inspiring-writers ways-of-going-home
He read it over twenty times and though the darkness that sang on held steady about him, the unhurried words fell bright through his mind, going down golden through deep water, and when one passed another came, ceaselessly, shining.
Elizabeth SpencerTag: words reading mississippi-authors
To each other, they talked at a gallop. Literature turned them on; their ideas flowed, ran back and forth like a current. (The Cousins)
Elizabeth SpencerTag: reading mississippi-authors
It never registered to them that I had time to read all of Balzac, Dickens, and Stendhal while Papa was dying, not to mention everything in the city library after Mother's operation. It would have been exactly the same to them if I had read through all twenty-six volumes of Elsie Dinsmore. (The White Azalea)
Elizabeth SpencerTag: reading mississippi-authors
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