Books-reading Quote by Timothy Schaffert

“When she’d finished, Blake took the paper from her hands. He folded it and put it in his pocket, where it nestled side by…

— Debra Anastasia

“I sat at her desk and turned one page after another, staring at what looked like bits and pieces of black lace laid cross…

— Sue Monk Kidd

“. . .sometimes reading the same page over and over, until one sleepy afternoon something clicked, like a lock unlocking, and she saw those…

— Ken Kesey

“(She) could have read for hours, except that recently she had discovered holes and crevices between the words which she immediately had to fill…

— Gerhard Amanshauser

“It is a glorious thing, to be able to write with pen on paper instead of nail or hook into oak, to feel one's…

— Doug Dorst

“My paper voice.”

— Keary Taylor

“That evening, Hope wrote a letter to her MP, Jack Crow. She found no difficulty at all in composing it, but quite a bit…

— Ken MacLeod

“Pages and pages and pages with words all over the pages. My goodness, what fun. What fun to write whatever words occur.”

— Jonah Winter

“His words stayed with her for years. Each night as she lay waiting for sleep, she tried to re-create the evening in her mind…

— Jennifer Haigh

“She was enchanting. He loved the notes she wrote in her pretty handwriting, the way she smelled, like oranges and dough, the savage blackness…

— Sarah Addison Allen

“Every time she meets him, she feels like he was a new paper ready to be drawn. And she could clearly remember how the…

— Basma Salem

“At her elbow was a slim pile of creamy white paper beside which she laid down her pen. It was only then, at the…

— Ian McEwan