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  • #1
    Stéphane Mallarmé
    “Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book.”
    Stéphane Mallarmé

  • #2
    George R.R. Martin
    “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

  • #3
    J.K. Rowling
    “Ginny!" said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. "Haven't I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain?”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

  • #4
    Gustave Flaubert
    “Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.”
    Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

  • #5
    Gustave Flaubert
    “You forget everything. The hours slip by. You travel in your chair through centuries you seem to see before you, your thoughts are caught up in the story, dallying with the details or following the course of the plot, you enter into characters, so that it seems as if it were your own heart beating beneath their costumes.”
    Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

  • #6
    Gustave Flaubert
    “What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a book, with the wind beating on the windows and the lamp burning bright...Haven't you ever happened to come across in a book some vague notion that you've had, some obscure idea that returns from afar and that seems to express completely your most subtle feelings?”
    Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

  • #7
    Gustave Flaubert
    “Deep down, all the while, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she kept casting desperate glances over the solitary waster of her life, seeking some white sail in the distant mists of the horizon. She had no idea by what wind it would reach her, toward what shore it would bear her, or what kind of craft it would be – tiny boat or towering vessel, laden with heartbreaks or filled to the gunwhales with rapture. But every morning when she awoke she hoped that today would be the day; she listened for every sound, gave sudden starts, was surprised when nothing happened; and then, sadder with each succeeding sunset, she longed for tomorrow.”
    Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

  • #8
    Veronica Roth
    “Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.”
    Veronica Roth, Divergent

  • #9
    Laura Ingalls Wilder
    “As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness -- just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.”
    Laura Ingalls Wilder, Writings to Young Women from Laura Ingalls Wilder: On Wisdom & Virtues

  • #10
    Gustave Flaubert
    “At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.”
    Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

  • #11
    Gustave Flaubert
    “Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.”
    Gustave Flaubert, November

  • #12
    Gustave Flaubert
    “One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.”
    Gustave Flaubert

  • #13
    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

  • #14
    Iris Murdoch
    “Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one's luck.”
    Iris Murdoch

  • #15
    Ralph Ellison
    “What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?”
    Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man



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