He liked to read with the silence and the golden color of the whiskey as his companions. He liked food, people, talk, but reading was an inexhaustible pleasure. What the joys of music were to others, words on a page were to him.
Reading is a pleasure, but to finish reading, to come to the blank space at the end, is also a pleasure.
Reading usually precedes writing. And the impulse to write is almost always fired by reading. Reading, the love of reading, is what makes you dream of becoming a writer.
When I talk about the pleasure principle, I don't say there is only one kind of pleasure, there are many kinds of pleasure. Some pleasure is difficult. It should be for the reader as well as the writer. But it has to be pleasure.
It's rare for me to read any fiction. I almost only read nonfiction. I don't believe in guilty pleasures, I only believe in pleasures. People who call reading detective fiction or eating dessert a guilty pleasure make me want to puke.
I believe we have an obligation to read for pleasure, in private and in public places. If we read for pleasure, if others see us reading, then we learn, we exercise our imaginations. We show others that reading is a good thing.
We tend to think of crime fiction as reading designed for entertainment - not education. It delivers an almost pure kind of readerly pleasure: the mystery solved, justice delivered, roughly or otherwise.
Reading is awesome and flexible and fits around chores and earning money and building the future and whatever else I’m doing that day. My attitude towards reading is entirely Epicurean—reading is pleasure and I pursue it purely because I like it.
The resources of this earth are inexhaustible, because God made man's mind inexhaustible.
The mere brute pleasure of reading the sort of pleasure a cow must have in grazing.
The mere brute pleasure of reading - the sort of pleasure a cow must have in grazing.
I write mostly for pleasure, and the reading should ideally be for pleasure, too.
The greatest pleasure in life is that of reading while we are young. I have had as much of this pleasure perhaps as any one.
I was thinking that I should be content to kiss him until the break of day. Bertrand ran out of kisses too soon; desire made them superfluous in his eyes. They were only a stage on the road to pleasure, not something inexhaustible and self-sufficient, as Luc had revealed them to me.
The physical effort of reading drains some of the pleasure I might take from whatever I'm reading.
One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.