Somebody told me I'm a writer. I believed them. Now I regret it.

Literature is the real life of imaginary people.

A book is the cheapest ticket you will ever hold.

These two oo in "book" are like the two eyes of a reader who fell in love with a story.

That was always my fear, that perhaps books would lead me astray, teaching me about a life that didn’t match reality.

That’s what love is like: mother of the greatest bliss and stepmother of the most tragic misery.

To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.

Funny, though, I don't feel too bad.

The world's problem is not too many people, but lack of political and economic freedom.

An ill principle in the mind is worse than the matter of a disease in the body.

We think that it legitimizes the homosexual lifestyle.

...everyone was right about you- prove them wrong.

When you start to see another human being as less than you, it's a danger.

To the contrary: His life hummed with meaning and purpose. But the meaning he wrested from existence lay beyond the comfortable path: McCandless distrusted the value of things that came easily.

Lord knows what incommunicable small terrors infants go through, unknown to all.

From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.