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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

You see, unlike in the movies, there is no THE END sign flashing at the end of books. When Ive read a book, I dont feel like Ive finished anything. So I start a new one

"Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination and the journey. They are home.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.

Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people  people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.

The way the world is made. The truth is all around you, plain to behold. The night is dark and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful and full of hope. One is black, the other white. There is ice and there is fire. Hate and love. Bitter and sweet. Male and female. Pain and pleasure. Winter and summer. Evil and good. She took a step toward him. Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war.

Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I've accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone else's imagination after a day that's all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.Charles Baudelaire