Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life
Stephen King

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That’s the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.
Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake

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"There is a difference between being put out and being put outdoors. If you are put out, you go somewhere else; if you are outdoors, there is no place to go. The distinction was subtle but final. Outdoors was the end of something, an irrevocable, physical fact, defining and complementing our metaphysical condition. Being a minority in both caste and class, we moved about anyway on the hem of life, struggling to consolidate our weaknesses and hang on, or to creep singly up into the major folds of the garment. our peripheral existence however, was something we had learned to deal with- probably because it was abstract. But the concreteness of being outdoors was another matter- like the difference between the concept of death and being, in fact, dead. Dead doesn’t change, and outdoors is here to stay.”

Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

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I wish I’d a knowed more people. I would have loved ‘em all. If I’d a knowed more I’d a loved more.
Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

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Books may well be the only true magic
Alice Hoffman
This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.
Walt Whitman

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For years, I had heard about the lack of interest in literature in the U.S. and I had complained about it. I failed to understand how people could fail to be moved by art.
Rita Dove
I really believe that art is this huge lie. It’s this big giant lie.. We sing it and dance it and dress it every day and me and my friends all hope that someday we tell it enough that it becomes true
Lady Gaga

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At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don’t need someone to share it with or tell it to. When that happens — that letting go — you let go because you can.
Toni Morrison, Tar Baby