Book: As the novel

Yes... the TV raised to the rank awards - and reading, respectively, relegated to the category of duties... our gain, not someone else...

After all, it means that we with you love each other, just enough for us to no end to read a story!

Quality of living - to make love life, even in the form of the equation of the second degree, but live never appeared in the school curriculum.

If love had to be considered from the point of view of distribution of time - who would it dare?

One of the greatest joys of a teacher is to see student - by any permissible reading - he slams the door factory best sellers and comes to take the soul of another Balzac.

... metro <...> represents the world's greatest reading room.

The concept of "maturity" in the reading pane - a piece of strange. Up to a certain age, some books we can not handle. But unlike good wines, good books don't age. They are waiting for us on the shelves, and we grow old. When we think that we matured, we undertake them again. And then one of two things: either the meeting takes place, or again we fail. Maybe we will make another attempt, maybe not.

Read to live!

No doubt: one more night ditching anesthesia sanity.

The words gave a sense of the world through their letters.

A well-staged reading saves us from everything, including themselves...
But if more humdrum, the book safe haven.

The verb "read" does not tolerate the imperative. Incompatibility, which it shares with some other: "love"... "dream"...
To try, of course, possible. Try? "Love me!" "Dream!" "Read!" "Yes, read, a parasite who read it!"

Love, in essence, means to offer their preference to those we prefer. The exchange of such gifts makes the invisible inhabited the citadel of our freedom. Live in us books and friends.

Think back to yourself, and come back to himself.