Great literature inspires us to read; bad but celebrated literature inspires us to write.
The dead alive and busy.
The Victorians used to tell us fiction rots the mind when in fact it rots the soul.
We read, and imagine we can write; and write, and imagine we can think.
So many readers seem delighted to find their own thoughts in an author; didn’t they hope for something better?
The good reader blames himself first for obscurity, and to punish this habit with nonsense is worse than bad writing: it is depraved conduct.
Intellectuals have to do a lot of hate-reading.
Many modern ills trace to the fateful decision to teach stupid people how to read.
It is more common to talk well than to listen well, and to write well than to read well.
It is a great honor for a book to be burned.
The Two Kinds of Useful Books
1. Technical, scientific, mathematical
2. Hurts your feelings