All Quotes By Tag: Books

“We awaken by asking the right questions.”

“I was well-read but perhaps that only made me stupid.”

“Judge not lest ye be judged yourself.”

“All I’m saying is that there is more to life than the main story. Check out the notes in the margins because maybe they’re even more important.”

“Long ago, I stopped buying- let alone reading, books that talk about organizational success but fail to emphasize the importance of TRUST”

“Are they not criminals, books that have wasted our time and sympathy; are they not the most insidious enemies of society, corrupters, defilers, the writers of false books, faked books, books that fill the air with decay and disease?”

“That’s one of the things stories and books can do, they can make more than one time possible at once.”

“So many authors, so little time to disqualify them!”

“Sitting here I glance over my right shoulder at the little row of books, red and green and blue, which stand waiting for my hand, offering their accumulated riches. I think of the years that may be in store for me, and of all the pages I may turn.”

“Hard life… write more! Life sucks… write more! No matter what don’t stop. Keep to the grind and don’t let up. Somewhere out there is your ramp to success. Forget about the exits or the shortcuts along the way. Stay on the highway and when the ramp comes… take it and go!”

“book collecting is only meaningful if it’s personal,” Oscar clarified. “If it’s just another way of accumulating wealth instead of for the books themselves it isn’t right. Collectors are trying to protect themselves. To separate themselves. It’s a hierarchy.”

“He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.”

“Max had once read in one of his father’s books that some childhood images become engraved in the mind like photographs, like scenes you can return to again and again and will always remember, no matter how much time goes by.”

“Having come to the conclusion that there was so much to do that she didn’t know where to start, Mrs Fowler decided not to start at all. She went to the library, took Diary of a Nobody from the shelves and, returning to her wicker chair under the lime tree, settled down to waste what precious hours still remained of the day.”

“Without space, there is no time.”