All Quotes By Tag: Books
“That’s the problem with best friends. Sometimes they know you better than you know yourself.”
“”Based on a true story”? No, thanks. I prefer “based on a true imagination”.”
“Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.”
“An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.”
“It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. Yet regardless of where they come from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them — with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself. Still illiterate, I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them …”
“Cities are never random. No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem. In fact, a city is nothing more than a solution to a problem, that in turn creates more problems that need more solutions, until towers rise, roads widen, bridges are built, and millions of people are caught up in a mad race to feed the problem-solving, problem-creating frenzy.”
“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.”
“Writers are the exorcists of their own demons.”
“A good story is always more dazzling than a broken piece of truth.”
“Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.”
“What does it mean?” Flynn turns to gaze at me, eyes finally meeting mine.I find myself smiling because I know exactly what it means. “It means the clouds are clearing on Avon.”
“His eyes move to my lips, and I know he’s thinking the same thing; I can feel it in the way the air charges between us. I can almost taste him half an inch away, can feel the way the tiny hairs on my skin lift and reach for him like plants seeking the sunlight.”
“ولو إستطعت أن أعود بعجلة الزمان إلى الوراء ،لما إخترتك لي عاشقاً !ولأبقيتك عابراً غريباً يزور مدائني دون أن يحدث بداخلي أي ضجيج !”
“I felt after I finished Slaughterhouse-Five that I didn’t have to write at all anymore if I didn’t want to. It was the end of some sort of career. I don’t know why, exactly. I suppose that flowers, when they’re through blooming, have some sort of awareness of some purpose having been served. Flowers didn’t ask to be flowers and I didn’t ask to be me. At the end of Slaughterhouse-Five…I had a shutting-off feeling…that I had done what I was supposed to do and everything was OK .”
“Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.”