Too late. It was all too late. But she went on, determined as ever and always trying to catch up.

What she was finding also was how one book led to another, doors kept opening wherever she turned and the days weren't long enough for the reading she wanted to do.

A book is a device to ignite the imagination.

You don't put your life into your books, you find it there.

Books are not about passing the time. They're about other lives. Other worlds.

One reads for pleasure...it is not a public duty.

The days weren't long enough for the reading she wanted to do.

One recipe for happiness is to have to sense of entitlement.' To this she added a star and noted at the bottom of the page: 'This is not a lesson I have ever been in a position to learn.

To read is to withdraw.To make oneself unavailable. One would feel easier about it if the pursuit inself were less...selfish.

I have to seem like a human being all the time, but I seldom have to be one. I have people to do that for me.

I think of literature - she wrote - as a vast country to the far borders of which I am journeying but cannot possibly reach. And I have started too late. I will never catch up.

Radio listeners often have a very fertile imagination when it comes to body shape.

I mean, it takes a large entourage to put on a tour. You can't have 'em sittin' around.

If you will look into the Science of Spirit you will see that your life is meant to be sustained by the Science of God and not by the science of matter.

Do not carry with you your mistakes. Do not carry your cares. Travel on alone. Like an elephant in the forest.

Did you know that a laugh is something that comes out of a hole in your face? Anywhere else and you're in dead trouble!

The WHO took care to explicitly say that processed meat didn’t rank alongside smoking when it comes to cancer risk.

Detroit is full of talent.

When in doubt, take the next step.

Thing is, I don't like ties. I like to win....by big margins.

Those who sentimentally indulge humanity do it no favours.