“Connelly writes, “As long as there is paper, people will write, secretly, in small rooms, in the hidden chambers of their minds, just as people whisper the words they’re forbidden to speak aloud.” In” — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
And my first item on each day's list is this: Wake up. If I can check that off, I've already done something and can… — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
“You can truly miss characters. Not like you miss people, but you can still miss them. I don’t think I’ll ever get over Melanie’s… — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
“and sister and father and mother had. I was learning that when you’re with someone who is dying, you may need to celebrate the… — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
“Hidden away, the people of the streets drift into sleep induced by alcohol or agitated by despair, into dreams that carry them back to… — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
“If heathen prayers were indeed the best of all, then mine should count big time.” — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
In Gilead, the narrator's friend's son describes himself not as an atheist but in "state of categorical unbelief." He says, "I don't even believe… — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
“I did manage to read some pages from a book that’s also about how people can find strength they didn’t know they had.” “What… — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
“I'm not the same reader when I finish a book as I was when I started, brains are tangles of pathways, and reading creates… — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
“Connelly writes, “As long as there is paper, people will write, secretly, in small rooms, in the hidden chambers of their minds, just as… — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
“When I think back on all the refugee camps I visited, all over the world, the people always asked for the same thing: books.… — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
“asked: “And I was very surprised by the ending. Were you?” “Of course not—I’d read it first. I don’t think I could have stood… — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
“A father and his son are in a terrible car crash. The father is killed instantly—but the son survives, barely, his life hanging in… — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
...in the eyes of her oldest friends and colleagues and extended family, she wasn't a painfully thin seventy-five-year-old gray haired woman dying of cancer-… — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
“Lahiri's characters, just like people all around us, are constantly telling each other important things, but not necessarily in words.” — will schwalbe Copy Share Image
