That’s one of the things books do. They help us talk. But they also give us something we all can talk about when we don’t want to talk about ourselves. — 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
