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Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You’d find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more ‘literary’ you are. That’s my definition anyway. Telling detail. Fresh detail. The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. So now you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

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I shall keep my book on the table here, and read a little every morning as soon as I wake, for I know it will do me good, and help me through the day. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

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I felt like a car that had only been operated by one driver… a car its new prospective buyer was determined to take to the Daytona 500. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

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Bubba made a sound of disapproval "You're not supposed to be kissing on anybody else, Miss Sookie" he said "Bill said it was okay, but I don't like it. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

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I never exactly made a book. It's rather like taking dictation. I was given things to say. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#writing-books

The security light made me feel safe, though I knew that was an illusion. If there's light, you can just see what's coming for you a little more clearly. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

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I looked up into Eric's eyes. Incredibly, he was excited. He smiled at me. "I knew I'd get on top of you somehow," he said. "Are you trying to make me mad so I'll forget how scared I am?" "No, I'm just opportunistic." I wiggled, trying to get out from under him, and he said, "Oh, do that again. It felt great. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#sookie-stackhouse

There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. ↗

— Shel Silverstein

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For awhile I taped soap operas and watched them at night when I thought I might be forgetting what it was like to be human. After a while I stopped, because from the examples I saw on those shows, forgetting humanity was a good thing. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

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I knew, as sure as I knew my name, that tomorrow he would send me another coat, in a big fancy box, with a big bow on it. It would be the right size, it would be a top brand, and it would be warm. ............... It was cranberry red, with a removable liner, a detachable hood, and tortoiseshell buttons. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

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