When you learn to read you will be born again...and you will never be quite so alone again.

If books were Persian carpets, one would not look only at the outer side. because it is the stitch that makes a carpet wear, gives it its life and bloom.

All that mankind has done, thought, gained, or been; it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books.

If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.

No one reads; if someone does read, he doesn't understand; if he understands, he immediately forgets.

Who made you Queen of Literacy? Go sit in your car!