Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.

Friday, February 16, 2018 No tags Permalink

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

I plan on becoming a crazy book lady when I am old.  Instead of being surrounded by cats, like a crazy cat lady, I’ll have my books.  With books you are never lonely and you can be transported to anywhere in the world.  As Jorge Luis Borges says, “I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”

There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that pique their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.

Reading—it’s the third best thing to do in bed.

1 Comment
  • Deb
    February 18, 2018

    I know how you love to read and you are one of the smartest people i know, my dear.

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