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  • #1
    Betty  Smith
    “From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #2
    Betty  Smith
    “She was made up of more, too. She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard. She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie's secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more...It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life - the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #3
    Betty  Smith
    “Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #4
    Betty  Smith
    “Because," explained Mary Rommely simply, "the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret world in which live things that never were. It is necessary that she believe. She must start out by believing in things not of this world. Then when the world becomes too ugly for living in, the child can reach back and live in her imagination. I, myself, even in this day and at my age, have great need of recalling the miraculous lives of the Saints and the great miracles that have come to pass on earth. Only by having these things in my mind can I live beyond what I have to live for.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #5
    Betty  Smith
    “Let me be something every minute of every hour of my life...And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #6
    Betty  Smith
    “As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #7
    Jo Walton
    “It doesn't matter. I have books, new books, and I can bear anything as long as there are books.”
    Jo Walton, Among Others

  • #9
    Erin Morgenstern
    “You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #10
    Erin Morgenstern
    “Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There's magic in that. It's in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift. Your sister may be able to see the future, but you yourself can shape it, boy. Do not forget that... there are many kinds of magic, after all.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #11
    Dante Alighieri
    “I felt for the tormented whirlwinds
    Damned for their carnal sins
    Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.”
    Dante Alighieri

  • #12
    Dante Alighieri
    “Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost.”
    Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy: Inferno - Purgatorio - Paradiso

  • #13
    Niccolò Machiavelli
    “Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.”
    Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince

  • #14
    Ava Zavora
    “He lowered his head, his mouth on her neck. “You’re all I think about. I can’t breathe without you in my head, my body, everywhere. Even when I close my eyes, you’re there...” Sera arched her neck and moaned, feeling as if every inch of her skin was begging to be touched by those lips.
    Unable to stand it any longer, she found his mouth and pushed herself against him, wanting to devour him and, in turn, be devoured by him. She was falling, falling, falling...”
    Ava Zavora, Rosethorn

  • #15
    Ava Zavora
    “Spring was a season for regret.”
    Ava Zavora, Rosethorn

  • #16
    Ava Zavora
    “Without looking at him, Sera could feel Andrew brooding and watching her.
    Something was about to happen, is happening.
    She was bothered by his lips, his cheeks, his nose. Bothered by the veins on his arms, by the way his skin might feel. Bothered by his large hands and bothered beyond limit by his eyes.”
    Ava Zavora, Rosethorn
    tags: hot

  • #17
    Ava Zavora
    “In Valiente's world," Eden wrote,"Love is never consummated, but remains a figment of the hero's own imagination. In preferring dreams to reality, the hero dooms himself. He would rather risk a physical death than the death of his beloved illusion.”
    Ava Zavora, Dear Adam

  • #18
    Ava Zavora
    “When asked out, I am hesitant, my glance straying to the beeefy, 400-page mystery thriller lounging seductively on the nightstand next to my bed, with come hither eyes that promise an exciting evening of one climax after another. Never had a chance. Staying in Saturday night.”
    Ava Zavora, Dear Adam

  • #19
    Helene Hanff
    “I do love secondhand books that open to the page some previous owner read oftenest. The day Hazlitt came he opened to "I hate to read new books," and I hollered "Comrade!" to whoever owned it before me.”
    Helene Hanff, 84, Charing Cross Road

  • #20
    Helene Hanff
    “I love inscriptions on flyleaves and notes in margins, I like the comradely sense of turning pages someone else turned, and reading passages someone long gone has called my attention to.”
    Helene Hanff, 84, Charing Cross Road

  • #21
    Helene Hanff
    “If you happen to pass by 84 Charing Cross Road, kiss it for me? I owe it so much.”
    Helene Hanff, 84, Charing Cross Road

  • #22
    Helene Hanff
    “But I don't know, maybe it's just as well I never got there. I dreamed about it for so many years. I used to go to English movies just to look at the streets. I remember years ago a guy I knew told me that people going to England find exactly what they go looking for. I said I'd go looking for the England of English Literature, and he nodded and said: "It's there.”
    Helene Hanff, 84, Charing Cross Road

  • #23
    Helene Hanff
    “Why is it that people who wouldn't dream of stealing anything else think it's perfectly all right to steal books?”
    Helene Hanff, 84, Charing Cross Road

  • #24
    Helene Hanff
    “It looks too new and pristine ever to have been read by anyone else, but it has been: it keeps falling open at the most delightful places as the ghost of its former owner points me to things I've never read before.”
    Helene Hanff, 84, Charing Cross Road

  • #25
    Helene Hanff
    “I'll have mine [The Book-Lovers' Anthology] till the day I die - and die happy in the knowledge that I'm leaving it behind for someone else to love. I shall sprinkle pale pencil marks through it pointing out the best passages to some book-lover yet unborn.”
    Helene Hanff, 84, Charing Cross Road

  • #26
    Helene Hanff
    “I remember years ago a guy I knew told me that people going to England find exactly what they go looking for. I said I'd go looking for the England of English Literature, and he nodded and said: 'It's there.'
    Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't. Looking around the rug one thing's for sure: it's here.”
    Helene Hanff, 84, Charing Cross Road



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