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Reading that pleases and profits, that together delights and instructs, has all that one should desire.

He stares at meâ__aking me inâ__ith his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place.

Fairy tales are the skeletons of story, perhaps. Reading them often provides an uneasy sensation__ gnawing familiarity__hat comforting yet supernatural awareness of living inside a story.

...There are almost as many kinds of libraries as there are kinds of readers.

Short story collections are the literary equivalent of canapés, tapas and mezze in the world of gastronomy: Delightful assortments of tasty morsels to whet the reader's appetite.

He loved books, those undemanding but faithful friends.

How, then, does the written word work? What part of a reader absorbs it - or should that be a double question: what part of a reader absorbs what part of a text? I think that underneath, or alongside, a reader's conscious response to a text, whatever is needy in him is taking in whatever the text offers to assuage that need.

I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we don't really exist if you don't.

Curiously enough, one cannot read a book: one can only reread it. A good reader, a major reader, an active and creative reader is a rereader. And I shall tell you why. When we read a book for the first time the very process of laboriously moving our eyes from left to right, line after line, page after page, this complicated physical work upon the book, the very process of learning in terms of space and time what the book is about, this stands between us and artistic appreciation. When we look at a painting we do not have to move our eyes in a special way even if, as in a book, the picture contains elements of depth and development. The element of time does not really enter in a first contact with a painting. In reading a book, we must have time to acquaint ourselves with it. We have no physical organ (as we have the eye in regard to a painting) that takes in the whole picture and then can enjoy its details. But at a second, or third, or fourth reading we do, in a sense, behave towards a book as we do towards a painting. However, let us not confuse the physical eye, that monstrous masterpiece of evolution, with the mind, an even more monstrous achievement. A book, no matter what it is__ work of fiction or a work of science (the boundary line between the two is not as clear as is generally believed)__ book of fiction appeals first of all to the mind. The mind, the brain, the top of the tingling spine, is, or should be, the only instrument used upon a book.

Everything you read, becomes a part of your life.

If you don__ want to waste your time on thinking, start reading.

I have falling in love with reading.

Reading is like a bridge which fills the gap between the real world and the imaginations.

He sat there studiously bent over his work (Bill saw him), which lay in a slant of crisp white winterlight, his face sober and absorbed, knowing that to be a librarian was to come as close as any human being can to sitting in the peak-seat of eternity__ engine.

In reading you must pursue to become a creator.

The act of reading will enrich your life.Become a lifelong learner and a reader.

The Word is alive. We have always known it. But it needs to be uttered, aloud or in the mind of a reader. Without a consciousness to tickle them into life, those books were dead.

Through writing, an author opens the window of his heart through which a reader can see the inner self of the author.