Most of what makes a book ‘good’ is that we are reading it at the right moment for us.
—Alain de Botton (via observando
There is nothing gutsier to me than a person announcing that their story is one that deserves to be told, especially if that person is a woman.
Reading is sometimes thought of as a form of escapism, and it’s a common turn of phrase to speak of getting lost in a book. But a book can also be where one finds oneself; and when a reader is grasped and held by a book, reading does not feel like an escape from life so much as it feels like an urgent, crucial dimension of life itself.
Reading well and reading often is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.
—Harold Bloom (via soldierofink
Dostoevsky goes up to the counter and spends two hours frantically trying to decide what to order. When he finally makes a decision, he sits in a corner and broods for the next several weeks. He is finally arrested for loitering and taken to prison overnight. He fears that he will face execution. He is an idiot.
Steinbeck goes up to the counter and begins to order, but sees that his barista’s name is Adam. Steinbeck laughs and asks if he has any children. Adam just wants to get on with his day, so he says, “Can I take your order, sir?” Steinbeck says, “Thou mayest.”