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    Gary Paulsen
    “Why do I read?
    I just can't help myself.
    I read to learn and to grow, to laugh
    and to be motivated.
    I read to understand things I've never
    been exposed to.
    I read when I'm crabby, when I've just
    said monumentally dumb things to the
    people I love.
    I read for strength to help me when I
    feel broken, discouraged, and afraid.
    I read when I'm angry at the whole
    world.
    I read when everything is going right.
    I read to find hope.
    I read because I'm made up not just of
    skin and bones, of sights, feelings,
    and a deep need for chocolate, but I'm
    also made up of words.
    Words describe my thoughts and what's
    hidden in my heart.
    Words are alive--when I've found a
    story that I love, I read it again and
    again, like playing a favorite song
    over and over.
    Reading isn't passive--I enter the
    story with the characters, breathe
    their air, feel their frustrations,
    scream at them to stop when they're
    about to do something stupid, cry with
    them, laugh with them.
    Reading for me, is spending time with a
    friend.
    A book is a friend.
    You can never have too many.”
    Gary Paulsen, Shelf Life: Stories by the Book

  • #2
    Gary Paulsen
    “I read like a wolf eats.
    I read myself to sleep every night.”
    Gary Paulsen

  • #3
    Oscar Wilde
    “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #4
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “Without music, life would be a mistake.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

  • #5
    Christopher      Nolan
    “...I studied English Literature. I wasn't a very good student, but one thing I did get from it, while I was making films at the same time with the college film society, was that I started thinking about the narrative freedoms that authors had enjoyed for centuries and it seemed to me that filmmakers should enjoy those freedoms as well.”
    Christopher Nolan

  • #6
    Knut Hamsun
    “A man comes walking north. He carries a sack, the first sack, containing provisions for the road and some implements. The man is strong and rough-hewn, with a red lion beard and little scars on face and hands, sites of old wounds--were they gotten at work or in a fight? Maybe he has been in jail and wants to go into hiding, or perhaps he is a philosopher looking for peace; in any case, here he comes, a human being in the midst of this immense solitude. He walks and walks, in a silence broken by neither bird nor beast.”
    Knut Hamsun, Growth of the Soil

  • #7
    William Shakespeare
    “It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.”
    William Shakespeare, Othello

  • #8
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Take the matter as you find it ask no questions, utter no remonstrances; it is your best wisdom. You expected bread and you have got a stone: break your teeth on it, and don't shriek because the nerves are martyrised; do not doubt that your mental stomach - if you have such a thing - is strong as an ostrich's; the stone will digest. You held out your hand for an egg, and fate put into it a scorpion. Show no consternation; close your fingers firmly upon the gift; let it sting through your palm. Never mind; in time, after your hand and arm have swelled and quivered long with torture, the squeezed scorpion will die, and you will have learned the great lesson how to endure without a sob.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Shirley

  • #9
    Olga Tokarczuk
    “I see everything as if in a dark mirror, as if through smoked glass. I view the world in the same way as others look at the Sun in eclipse. Thus I see the Earth in eclipse. I see us moving about blindly in eternal Gloom, like the May bugs trapped in a box by a cruel child. It's easy to harm and injure us, to smash up our intricately assembled, bizarre existence. I interpret everything as abnormal, terrible and threatening. I see nothing but Catastrophes. But as the Fall is the beginning, can we possibly fall even lower?”
    Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead



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