A Well-chosen Book Saves You From Everything,

We Keep Quiet About What We Read. Our Enjoyment Of A Book Remains A Jealously Guarded Secret. Perhaps Because There`s No Need To Talk, Or Because It Takes Time To Distill What We've Read Before We Can Say Anything. Silence Is Our Guarantee Of Intimacy. We Might Have Finished Reading But We`re Still Living The Book.

You Can't Make Someone Read. Just Like You Can't Make Them Fall In Love, Or Dream.

If You`re Wondering How You`ll Find Time, It Means You Don`t Really Want To Read. Because Nobody`s Ever Got Time. Children Certainly Haven`t, Nor Have Teenagers Or Grown-ups. Life Always Gets In The Way. <...> Time To Read Is Always Time Stolen. <...> Stolen From What? From The Tyranny Of Living.”- P.125

A Well-chosen Book Saves You From Everything, Including Yourself.

The Paradoxical Virtue Of Reading Lies In Distancing Ourselves From The World So That We May Make Sense Of It.