There are books that one reads over and over again, books that become part of the furniture of one's mind and alter one's whole attitude to life, books that one dips into but never reads through, books that one reads at a single sitting and forgets a week later.
My dad dropped out of school in middle school, but he reads five or six books a week, and my mom reads about two.
My life reads more like Proust than a tabloid.
I'm not somebody that opens a playbook and just turns and reads and reads. That doesn't do it for me.
No one ever reads a book. He reads himself through books.
If one reads enough books one has a fighting chance. Or better, one's chances of survival increase with each book one reads.
The thinker as reader reads what has been written.
He wears the words he reads to look upon
Within his being.
An exile reads change the way he reads time, memory, self, love, fear, beauty: in the key of loss.
When I write a page that reads badly I know that it is myself who has written it. When it reads well it has come through from somewhere else.
There are Michael Scott moments, which are character choices, but there are also Steve's reads. Usually the things that I'm the biggest fan of are these weird reads that he does - just the way he's interacting with other people.
After all, what is reading but a vice, like drink or venery or any other form of excessive self-indulgence? One reads to tickle and amuse one's mind; one reads, above all, to prevent oneself thinking.
I don’t believe one reads to escape reality. A person reads to confirm a reality he knows is there, but which he has not experienced.
The other book that I worry no one reads anymore is James Joyce's Ulysses. It's not easy, but every page is wonderful and repays the effort. I started reading it in high school, but I wasn't really able to grasp it. Then I read it in college. I once spent six weeks in a graduate seminar reading it. It takes that long. That's the problem. No one reads that way anymore. People may spend a week with a book, but not six.
I very much hope that when my wife reads my writings so she reads it as if she is a character and not the real one. Sometimes she takes it too personally.
I once read somewhere that Sean Connery left school at the age of 13 and later went on to read Proust and Finnegans Wake and I keep expecting to meet an enthusiastic school leaver on the train, the type of person who only ever reads something because it is marvellous (and so hated school). Unfortunately the enthusiastic school leavers are all minding their own business.
What can i tell you about the choices we make? Fate reads like the polar opposite of decision, and so much of life reads like fate.