So, how do you raise a reader? Forget the dishes and the laundry. Have some coffee after dinner so you’re awake to read, “just one more.” Snuggle up and read together. It’s as much about being together as it is about expanding their minds and opening their vocabularies.
You get just one chance at this. The time flies away in a blink — but, in every page, the memories last forever.
Let me underscore the obvious here: Reading fiction is important. It is a vital means of imagining a life other than our own, which in turn makes us more empathetic beings. Following complex story lines stretches our brains beyond the 140 characters of sound-bite thinking, and staying within the world of a novel gives us the ability to be quiet and alone, two skills that are disappearing faster than the polar icecaps. … The Pulitzer Prize is our best chance as writers and readers and booksellers to celebrate fiction. This was the year we all lost.
Ann Patchett, on the no-prize fiction Pulitzer in “
And the Winner Isn’t” (via
irisblasi)
Literature is always personal, always one man’s vision of the world, one man’s experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others. A community that is opinion-ridden, even when those opinions are in themselves noble, is likely to put its creative minds into some sort of prison.
W. B. Yeats, from “An Irish National Theatre” in
The Irish Dramatic Movement (via
litverve)
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When I was five I learned to read. Books were a miracle to me - white pages, black ink, and new worlds and different friends in each one. To this day, I relish the feeling of cracking a binding for the first time, the anticipation of where I’ll go and whom I’ll meet inside.
Good In Bed, Jennifer Weiner
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