#reading

I think, especially when you're in college, each book that you're reading tends to tell you who you are. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#college #each #especially #i #i think

What I was reading was already part of my psyche, but finally someone else was saying it's okay to walk alone. ↗

— Charlie Trotter

#already #else #finally #i #okay

It would have been easier to have a male protagonist, but I didn't want people to assume that Nikki Hill was me in her entirety because a lot of people just don't like me and I don't think they would be interested in reading about me, even in the fictional context. ↗

— Christopher Darden

#assume #because #been #context #easier

There is an art of reading, as well as an art of thinking, and an art of writing. ↗

— Clarence Day

#reading #thinking #well #writing

The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading. They took his taper away, and he bred glow-worms to serve his purpose. They took the glow-worms away and he almost burnt the house down with a tinder. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#literature #reading #words #literature

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#literature #reading #literature

I had a longing for ritual, something I could cling to, a routine to make me feel well and contented. I hoped that reading Bible commentaries and theological critiques would nudge me closer to some kind of absolute that I could hold up as a torch to light my way. ↗

— Jack Dee

#bible #cling #closer #commentaries #contented

The last book I read was the book I've been rereading most of my life, The Fountainhead. ↗

— Vince Vaughn

#book #fountainhead #i #last #life

It distresses me that parents insist that their children read or make them read. The best way for children to treasure reading is to see the adults in their lives reading for their own pleasure. ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#best way #children #distresses #insist #lives

Time held no meaning as my mind darted in and out of memories. Past and present collided to create a full-sensory collage out of my life: playing hide-n-seek with my best friends Luke—who always cheated by walking through walls when he was about to be caught—and Lucy; Mr. Caldrin critiquing my sketches and offering ideas to make them more realistic; targets changing faces, blending into the same person, their thoughts rippling through my mind like waves. Through it all, a demon stalked me from the shadows of my memories, never quite showing its face, but crouching, waiting. And then I dreamed.... ↗

— Kimberly Kinrade

#poetic-prose #change