You Can't Make Someone Read.

Once A Book Falls Into Our Possession, It Is Ours, The Same Way Children Lay Their Claim: 'that's My Book.' As If It Were Organically Part Of Them. That Must Be Why We Have So Much Trouble Returning Borrowed Books. It's Not Exactly Theft (of Course Not, We're Not Thieves, What Are You Implying?); It's Simply A Slippage In Ownership Or, Better Still, A Transfer Of Substance. That Which Belonged To Someone Else Becomes Mine When I Look At It. And If I Like What I Read, Naturally I'll Have Difficulty Giving It Back.

Time Spent Reading, Like Time Spent Loving, Increases Our Lifetime.

Each Country Thinks Its School Is In A Specific Crisis, Without Ever Linking The School's Crisis To That Of The Society Around It.

If You`re Wondering How You`ll Find Time, It Means You Don`t Really Want To Read. Because Nobody`s Ever Got Time. Children Certainly Haven`t, Nor Have Teenagers Or Grown-ups. Life Always Gets In The Way. <...> Time To Read Is Always Time Stolen. <...> Stolen From What? From The Tyranny Of Living.”- P.125

We Keep Quiet About What We Read. Our Enjoyment Of A Book Remains A Jealously Guarded Secret. Perhaps Because There`s No Need To Talk, Or Because It Takes Time To Distill What We've Read Before We Can Say Anything. Silence Is Our Guarantee Of Intimacy. We Might Have Finished Reading But We`re Still Living The Book.