Plant trees. They give us two of the most crucial elements for our survival: oxygen and books.
Good prose is like a windowpane.
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
One of my greatest pleasures in writing has come from the thought that perhaps my work might annoy someone of comfortably pretentious position. Then comes the saddening realization that such people rarely read.
If we encountered a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he read.
I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves.
Each of us has been designed for one of two immortal functions, as either a storyteller or as a cross-legged listener to tales of wonder, love, and daring. When we cease to tell or listen, then we no longer exist as a people.
Reading is not walking on words, but grasping the soul of them.
Great literature, if we read it well, opens us up to the world and makes us more sensitive to it, as if we acquired eyes that could see through things and ears that could hear smaller sounds.
It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book.
The greatest part of a writer's time is spent in reading, in order to write; a man will turn over half a library to make one book.
Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one's hand.
The truth is that even big collections of ordinary books distort space, as can readily be proved by anyone who has been around a really old-fashioned secondhand bookshop, one that looks as though they were designed by M. Escher on a bad day and has more stairways than storeys and those rows of shelves which end in little doors that are surely too small for a full-sized human to enter. The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.
The perils of ambulatory reading. If you have never said Excuse me to a parking meter or bashed your shins on a fireplug, you are probably wasting too much valuable reading time.
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are.
Good books don't give up all their secrets at once.
I love to read. My education is self-inflicted
Books may well be the only true magic.
Books to the ceiling
Books to the sky.
My piles of books
Are a mile high.
How I love them!
How I need them!
I'll have a long beard
By the time I read them.
A man is known by the books he reads