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  • #1
    Lev Grossman
    “That was one thing about books: once you read them they couldn’t be unread.”
    Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land

  • #2
    Lev Grossman
    “Drinks were a lot like books, really: it didn’t matter where you were, the contents of a vodka tonic were always more or less the same, and you could count on them to take you away to somewhere better or at least make your present arrangements seem more manageable.”
    Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land

  • #3
    Lev Grossman
    “She was too tired to feel anything more, she wanted a book to do to her what books did: take away the world, slide it aside for a little bit, and let her please, please just be somewhere and somebody else”
    Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land

  • #4
    Lev Grossman
    “It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.”
    Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land

  • #5
    Lev Grossman
    “This is a feeling that you had, Quentin, she said. Once, a very long time ago. A rare one. This is how you felt when you were eight years old, and you opened one of the Fillory books for the first time, and you felt awe and joy and hope and longing all at once. You felt them very strongly, Quentin. You dreamed of Fillory then, with a power and an innocence that not many people ever experience. That's where all this began for you. You wanted the world to be better than it was.”
    Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land

  • #6
    Lev Grossman
    “It was a bookstore, and he felt at home in bookstores, and he hadn’t had that feeling much lately. He was going to enjoy it. He pushed his way back through the racks of greeting cards and cat calendars, back to where the actual books were, his glasses steaming up and his coat dripping on the thin carpet. It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.”
    Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land

  • #7
    George R.R. Martin
    “Sleep is good, he said, and books are better.”
    George R. R. Martin

  • #9
    Madeline Miller
    “I asked her how she did it once, how she understood the world so clearly. She told me that it was a matter of keeping very still and showing no emotions, leaving room for others to reveal themselves.”
    Madeline Miller, Circe

  • #10
    N.K. Jemisin
    “Home is what you take with you, not what you leave behind.”
    N.K. Jemisin, The Fifth Season
    tags: home

  • #11
    Jane Austen
    “What are men to rocks and mountains?”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #12
    Jane Austen
    “And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”
    Jane Austen

  • #13
    Sui Ishida
    “If an angelic being fell from the sky and tried to live in this world of ours I think even they would commit many wrongs.”
    Sui Ishida

  • #14
    Jeanette Winterson
    “Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it.”
    Jeanette Winterson

  • #15
    Jeanette Winterson
    “There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being barely alive, on your own terms, is better than living a bloated half-life on someone else's terms.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

  • #16
    Jeanette Winterson
    “Books, for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home--they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

  • #17
    A.K. Blakemore
    “I am lost on a sea of hunger, blue and black and heaving and full five fathoms deep below and rarely, rarely do I feel anything besides hungry, rarely, rarely does a jolt of feeling or emotion pierce the hide of my hunger, and never, never have I been able to live the life God presumably gave me to live, to dance and think and remember and kiss, no, all my life I have stood at the threshold of my life waiting to be let in”
    A.K. Blakemore, The Glutton



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