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  • #1
    Cormac McCarthy
    “All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.”
    Cormac McCarthy, The Road

  • #2
    Damon Galgut
    “Things happen once only and are never repeated, never return. Except in memory.”
    Damon Galgut, In a Strange Room

  • #3
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #4
    Jhumpa Lahiri
    “Try to remember it always," he said once Gogol had reached him, leading him slowly back across the breakwater, to where his mother and Sonia stood waiting. "Remember that you and I made this journey together to a place where there was nowhere left to go.”
    Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake

  • #5
    Henry Ward Beecher
    “Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?”
    Henry Ward Beecherr

  • #6
    Jeff Lindsay
    “Weren't we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of our neighbor's children?”
    Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter

  • #7
    Haruki Murakami
    “If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #8
    Jhumpa Lahiri
    “That's the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.”
    Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake

  • #9
    Jhumpa Lahiri
    “Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.”
    Jhumpa Lahiri, Interpreter of Maladies

  • #10
    Aoibheann Sweeney
    “It is astonishing, in the end, how difficult it is to know the things you know. What I mean is that all I had discovered was everything I knew all along.”
    Aoibheann Sweeney, Among Other Things, I've Taken Up Smoking

  • #11
    Jonathan Evison
    “We are born haunted, he said, his voice weak, but still clear. Haunted by our fathers and mothers and daughters, and by people we don't remember. We are haunted by otherness, by the path not taken, by the life unlived. We are haunted by the changing winds and the ebbing tides of history. And even as our own flame burns brightest, we are haunted by the embers of the first dying fire. But mostly, said Lord Jim, we are haunted by ourselves.”
    Jonathan Evison, West of Here

  • #12
    Erin Morgenstern
    “The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #13
    Amor Towles
    “It is a lovely oddity of human nature that a person is more inclined to interrupt two people in conversation than one person alone with a book.”
    Amor Towles, Rules of Civility

  • #14
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind

  • #15
    Steve Jobs
    “Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
    Steve Jobs

  • #16
    I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
    “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #17
    Marilyn Monroe
    “This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soulmate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #18
    Robert Frost
    “The Road Not Taken

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.”
    Robert Frost

  • #19
    Mark Twain
    “Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
    Mark Twain

  • #20
    Charles Dickens
    “Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #21
    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. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet, bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind.”
    Jeanette Winterson

  • #22
    Charles William Eliot
    “Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.”
    Charles W. Eliot

  • #23
    Mark Twain
    “In a good bookroom you feel in some mysterious way that you are absorbing the wisdom contained in all the books through your skin, without even opening them.”
    Mark Twain

  • #24
    Frank Zappa
    “So many books, so little time.”
    Frank Zappa

  • #25
    Diane Setterfield
    “People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.”
    Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

  • #26
    Julie Orringer
    “I wondered how it could be that people could love God and hate one another.”
    Julie Orringer, How to Breathe Underwater

  • #27
    The world was hers for the reading.
    “The world was hers for the reading.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #28
    Henry David Thoreau
    “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.”
    Henry David Thoreau

  • #29
    Suzanne Collins
    “Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
    A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
    Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
    And when it's morning again, they'll wash away
    Here it's safe, here it's warm
    Here the daisies guard you from every harm
    Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
    Here is the place where I love you.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

  • #30
    Walt Whitman
    “This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”
    Walt Whitman



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