Some read to learn, some to laugh, and some to live.

If you read a book which does not make you wonder, ponder!

what are inside books may not all that necessarily be different from what are outside books at all

Later that night though, as I stayed awake into the early hours of morning devouring the second novel in a series, I understood what it meant to befriend a book. The books knew me, far better than I knew them; they knew my fears, my doubts, my dreams. They gave words to feelings I did not even realize I experienced. They listened. They consoled. They kept me company. The books gave me a life outside of my own.

The book you read and read well, over and over again, lives in you, becomes your thought and thinking pattern, teaches you all the time and keeps reminding you about how to act and react towards things and occurrences’ in life!

I take the book stopped at a fold, deliver myself to its pace, to the breathing of the other storyteller. If I am someone else, it's also because books move men more than journeys or tears.

After many pages you end up learning a variant, a different move than the one taken and thought inevitable.

I break away from what I am when I learn to treat my own life differently.