"Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head." - Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies
And so it was when anyone tried to speak: their minds would become tangled in remembrance. Words became floods of thought with no beginning or end, and would drown the speaker before he could reach the life raft of the point he was trying to make. It was impossible to remember what one meant, what, after all of the words, was intended. - Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated.
And these aren't exactly from books but they're from poems so I'm going to go ahead and post them anyway.
When your boots will fill with rain and you'll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say "thank you," 'cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it's sent away. - Sarah Kay, B. (If you've not read/heard the poem, I highly recommend watching this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0snNB1yS3IE )
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep. - Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.
And a childhood favourite...
"But the wild things cried, "Oh please don't go- We'll eat you up- we love you so!"
I think everyone will know where that one's from ;)
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