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  • #1
    “There's no such thing as an unabridged dictionary.”
    Jack Lynch, The Lexicographer's Dilemma: The Evolution of "Proper" English, from Shakespeare to South Park

  • #2
    “People of very different opinions--friends who can discuss politics, religion, and sex with perfect civility--are often reduced to red-faced rage when the topic of conversation is the serial comma or an expression like more unique. People who merely roll their eyes at hate crimes feel compelled to write jeremiads on declining standards when a newspaper uses the wrong form of its. Challenge my most cherished beliefs about the place of humankind in God's creation, and while I may not agree with you, I'll fight to the death for your right to say it. But dangle a participle in my presence, and I'll consider you a subliterate cretin no longer worth listening to, a menace to decent society who should be removed from the gene pool before you do any more damage.”
    Jack Lynch, The Lexicographer's Dilemma: The Evolution of "Proper" English, from Shakespeare to South Park

  • #3
    Anne Fadiman
    “We spread our sleeping bags on the snow and crawled inside. The vantage point was dizzying. It was impossible to tell whether the comet was above us or we were above the comet; we were all falling through space, missing the stars by inches.”
    Anne Fadiman, At Large and At Small: Familiar Essays

  • #4
    Nora Ephron
    “Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I've accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone else's imagination after a day that's all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.”
    Nora Ephron, I Feel Bad About My Neck and Other Thoughts on Being a Woman

  • #5
    Heywood Broun
    “He was of the mold from which great men are made. Having said of anything 'Let it be done' he at once felt not only that it was accomplished, but that he had done it himself.”
    Heywood Broun, Seeing Things at Night

  • #6
    Lynne Sharon Schwartz
    “The stillness and stasis of bed are the perfect opposite of travel: inertia is what I've come to consider the default mode, existentially and electronically speaking. Bed, its utter inactivity, offers a glimpse of eternity, without the drawback of being dead.”
    Lynne Sharon Schwartz, Not Now, Voyager: A Memoir

  • #7
    Pat Conroy
    “In our modern age, there are writers who have heaped scorn on the very idea of the primacy of story. I'd rather warm my hands on a sunlit ice floe than try to coax fire from the books they carve from glaciers.”
    Pat Conroy, My Reading Life

  • #8
    Anne Fadiman
    “Something amazing happens when the rest of the world is sleeping. I am glued to my chair. I forget that I ever wanted to do anything but write. The crowded city, the crowded apartment, and the crowded calendar suddenly seem spacious. Three or four hours pass in a moment; I have no idea what time it is, because I never check the clock. If I chose to listen, I could hear the swish of taxis bound for downtown bars or the soft saxophone riffs that drift from a neighbor's window, but nothing gets through. I am suspended in a sensory deprivation tank, and the very lack of sensation is delicious.”
    Anne Fadiman, At Large and At Small: Familiar Essays

  • #9
    “EFFERVESCENCE AND EVANESCENCE

    We've found this Scott Fitzgerald chap
    A chipper charming child;
    He's taught us how the flappers flap,
    And why the whipper-snappers snap,
    What makes the women wild.
    But now he should make haste to trap
    The ducats in his dipper.
    The birds that put him on the map
    Will shortly all begin to rap
    And flop to something flipper.”
    Keith Preston, Splinters

  • #10
    Anne Fadiman
    “The Procrustean bed. . .suggests itself with dispiriting aptness as a metaphor for the Culture Wars, right down to the blandishments with which Procrustes must have lured his guests over the threshold. (I picture him as a handsome fellow with a large vocabulary and an oleaginous tongue, not unlike the chairmen of many English departments.) There's just one crucial difference. Sometimes Procrustes lopped off his victims, and sometimes he stretched them, but the Culture Wars always lop. I have never seen cultural politics enlarge a work of literature, only diminish it.”
    Anne Fadiman, At Large and At Small: Familiar Essays

  • #11
    Susan         Hill
    “I go downstairs and the books blink at me from the shelves. Or stare. In a trick of the light, a row of them seems to shift very slightly, like a curtain blown by the breeze through an open window. Red is next to blue is next to cream is adjacent to beige. But when I look again, cream is next to green is next to black. A tall book shelters a small book, a huge Folio bullies a cowering line of Quartos. A child's nursery rhyme book does not have the language in which to speak to a Latin dictionary. Chaucer does not know the words in which Henry James communicates but here they are forced to live together, forever speechless.”
    Susan Hill, Howards End Is on the Landing: A Year of Reading from Home
    tags: books

  • #12
    Nick Hornby
    “Read anything, as long as you can't wait to pick it up again.”
    Nick Hornby, Housekeeping vs. the Dirt

  • #13
    Susan         Hill
    “Fast reading of a great novel will get us the plot. It will get us names, a shadowy idea of characters, a sketch of settings. It will not get us subtleties, small differentiations, depth of emotion and observation, multilayered human experience, the appreciation of simile and metaphor, any sense of context, any comparison with other novels, other writers. Fast reading will not get us cadence and complexities of style and language. It will not get us anything that enters not just the conscious mind but the unconscious. It will not allow the book to burrow down into our memory and become part of ourselves, the accumulation of knowledge and wisdom and vicarious experience which helps to form us as complete human beings. It will not develop our awareness or add to the sum of our knowledge and intelligence. Read parts of a newspaper quickly or an encyclopaedia entry, or a fast-food thriller, but do not insult yourself or a book which has been created with its author's painstakingly acquired skill and effort, by seeing how fast you can dispose of it.”
    Susan Hill, Howards End Is on the Landing: A Year of Reading from Home

  • #14
    “There was so much to learn and it was all fun. But the best part was getting a laugh from an audience. That was like drowning in candy.”
    Hal Holbrook, Harold: The Boy Who Became Mark Twain

  • #15
    “Said Opie Read to E.P. Roe,
    "How do you like Gaboriau?"
    "I like him very much indeed!"
    Said E.P. Roe to Opie Read.”
    Julian Street

  • #16
    Lynne Sharon Schwartz
    “Among some tossed-out books of my daughter's which I rescued...was one too awful to live. I returned it to the trash, resisting the urge to say a few parting words. All day long the thought of its mingling with chicken bones and olive pits nagged at me. Half a dozen times I removed it and replaced it, like an executioner with scruples about capital punishment. Finally I put it on a high shelf where I wouldn't have to see it. Life imprisonment.”
    Lynne Sharon Schwartz, Ruined By Reading: A Life in Books

  • #17
    Henry Seidel Canby
    “There must always be a fringe of the experimental in literature--poems bizarre in form and curious in content, stories that overreach for what has not hitherto been put in story form, criticism that mingles a search for new truth with bravado. We should neither scoff at this trial margin nor take it too seriously. Without it, literature becomes inert and complacent. But the everyday person's reading is not, ought not to be, in the margin. He asks for a less experimental diet, and his choice is sound. If authors and publishers would give him more heed they would do wisely. They are afraid of the swarming populace who clamor for vulgar sensation (and will pay only what it is worth), and they are afraid of petulant literati who insist upon sophisticated sensation (and desire complimentary copies). The stout middle class, as in politics and industry, has far less influence than its good sense and its good taste and its ready purse deserve.”
    Henry Seidel Canby, Saturday Papers: Essays on Literature from The Literary Review

  • #18
    Ira B. Nadel
    “In many ways. . .the completeness of biography, the achievement of its professionalization, is an ironic fiction, since no life can ever be known completely, nor would we want to know every fact about an individual. Similarly, no life is ever lived according to aesthetic proportions. The "plot" of a biography is superficially based on the birth, life and death of the subject; "character," in the vision of the author. Both are as much creations of the biographer, as they are of a novelist. We content ourselves with "authorized fictions.”
    Ira Bruce Nadel, Biography: Fiction, Fact, and Form

  • #19
    Mary Roberts Rinehart
    “[I]t is really the ponderous books which I envy. How easy merely to put down everything you think or imagine. No holding back, no telling oneself that this does not belong, or that. No hewing to the line. No cutting. No fear of letting the interest die. No wastebasket. How wonderful. And how dull!”
    Mary Roberts Rinehart, Writing Is Work

  • #20
    John Leonard
    “It seems to me that my whole life I've been standing on some tower or a pillbox or a trampoline, waving the names of writers, as if we needed rescue. And the first person I had to rescue was myself.”
    John Leonard, Reading for My Life: Writings, 1958-2008

  • #21
    Stephen Fry
    “I like to think of this little [newspaper] column as a brassière, or do I mean brasserie? Brazier, possibly. All three! A column that lifts, separates, supports, serves excellent cappuccino and crackles merrily with sweet-smelling old chestnuts.”
    Stephen Fry, Paperweight

  • #22
    Bill Richardson
    “The heart, I think, which is the home of all things rhythmic, is where learned poems go to live.”
    Bill Richardson, Bachelor Brothers' Bed & Breakfast

  • #23
    Burkhard Spinnen
    “The personal library is…the archive of a reading life. Or perhaps a mausoleum in which, though sealed away, one lives like nowhere else.”
    Burkhard Spinnen, The Book: An Homage



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