“The House Was Quiet and the World Was CalmThe house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book. The house was quiet and the world was calm. The words were spoken as if there was no book, Except that the reader leaned above the page, Wanted to lean, wanted much to be The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom The summer night is like a perfection of thought. The house was quiet because it had to be. The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind: The access of perfection to the page. And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world, In which there is no other meaning, itself Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself Is the reader leaning late and reading there.”

“Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.”

“If you read good books, you will be well-informed.”

“How could you be alone, when you can find company in reading books?”

“In the past few years I’ve assigned books to be read before a student attends one of my weeklong seminars. I have been astonished by how few people — people who supposedly want to write — read books, and if they read them, how little they examine them.”

“Drugs and Alcohol, although a crutch, have been the downfall of some of our greatest authors, artists & performers. These mind altering, addictive, substances can be considered both the medicine and the poison. What seems to be a stimulant eventually turns on the user and becomes the poison!”

“Perché solo l’amore può arrivare dove anche la parola fallisce.”

“The more you read, the less you sound foolish when you speak.”

“To sustain the value of education, students should be respected as much as the teachers.”

“A book,a book fullof human touches,of shirts,a bookwithout loneliness, with menand tools,a bookis victory.”

“If you spare some space for a new book, also spare some time to read it.”

“my boy? he is evenbetter than books. -fiction has nothing on you.”

“It ain’t going to happen, babes, ‘said Dognut. ‘I know what you’re thinking, but we ain’t gonna be overwhelmed. We can do this. ‘No, we can’t.’ ‘Yes, we can.’ Dognut kissed her fiercely, the briefest of kisses, and then he raised his sword above his head. ‘Let’s do this. You and me, girl, let’s take it to them! Dognut and Courtney against the world!”

“Courtney!’ he shouted, but didn’t know if she could hear him. Where was she?‘Courtney!’There. He forced his way over to her and pulled the sickos from her back. She was bleeding from small cuts all over her, and her right arm was red from shoulder to fingertips, but she was still battling with her knife. DogNut took hold of her and started to drag her away, ignoring the sickos that grabbed at him from all sides. All his energy was ebbing away. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up. ‘Come on, Courtney,’ he said. ‘Don’t give up. You and me, girl. You and me.’‘You and me, Dog,’ said Courtney. ‘Love you, girl…’‘Love you, too…”

“It ain’t going to happen, babes, ‘said Dognut. ‘I know what you’re thinking, but we ain’t gonna be overwhelmed. We can do this. ‘No, we can’t.’ ‘Yes, we can.’ Dognut kissed her fiercely, the briefest of kisses, and then he raised his sword above his head. ‘Let’s do this. You and me, girl, let’s take it to the,! Dog nut and Courtney against the world!”