I have managed not to finish certain books. With barely a twinge of conscience, I hurl down what bores me or doesn't… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“But living amid so many words, I overestimated their power and breadth. The world does not turn on words alone; it only… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
Like the bodies of dancers or athletes, the minds of readers are genuinely happy and self-possessed only when cavorting around, doing their… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“Among some tossed-out books of my daughter's which I rescued...was one too awful to live. I returned it to the trash, resisting… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
I have done what people do, my life makes a reasonable showing. Can I go back to my books now? — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“Few subjects are inherently dull: language is where dullness or liveliness resides.” — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
What a feat of transmission: the emotive powers of the book, with no local habitation, pass safely from writer to reader, unmangled… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
In books I found explicitly, flamboyantly, everything censored in life. — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“Yet when we do manage to create ourselves anew, isn’t there always a suspicion that the new identity fits over the old like a… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
what I love is slowness. Slow people, slow reading, slow traveling, slow eggs, and slow love. Everything good comes slow. — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
The stillness and stasis of bed are the perfect opposite of travel: inertia is what I've come to consider the default mode, existentially and… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“Real, she imagined later on, was something else; it had nothing to do with things you could touch. Real was being seen, noticed, acknowledged,… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
I have managed not to finish certain books. With barely a twinge of conscience, I hurl down what bores me or doesn't give what… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“But living amid so many words, I overestimated their power and breadth. The world does not turn on words alone; it only seems to… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
How are we to spend our lives, anyway? That is the real question. We read to seek the answer, and the search itself--the task… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“She'd been prepared for him to say he was too old, she must put away that sweet but impractical idea, they would forget all… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
“How did she do it, I'd always wondered. Dancing with Q., I understood. Once in a while the pain falls asleep on the job,… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
Like the bodies of dancers or athletes, the minds of readers are genuinely happy and self-possessed only when cavorting around, doing their stretches and… — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
Nothing is as horrendous as imagining the times of happiness from an environment which is that of hell. — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
Leave the dishes unwashed and the demands on your time unanswered. Be ruthless and refuse to do what people ask of you. — Lynne Sharon Schwartz Copy Share Image
