Aravind Adiga Quotes

He would go somewhere no one knew him, and he would sit in a library all day and read books and listen to people breathing.

I leapt eagerly into books. The characters’ lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own.

For both writer and reader, the novel is a lonely, physically inactive affair. Only the imagination races.

I read a lot growing up. It was kind of my comfort, you know; I loved it. I love story. I love narrative. I was academic. I wasn't particularly athletic. I didn't make the drill team. I didn't go out for sports.

Reading - the best state yet to keep absolute loneliness at bay.

As an only child lacking siblings and playmates, I was alone a great deal of the time. Much of this was spent reading virtually anything I could get my hands on.

Normally, I just sit in my quiet little room and do the small things that bring me pleasures. I read my books, I answer email, I write a little bit.

When I was growing up, the place I felt least alone was when I was reading.

I was an only child until I was 14, and there were no other kids around the area really. So I spent a lot of time on my own in the fields or by the lake, with just my imagination for company. I suppose I never wanted to let that part of me go.

I do, indeed, close my door at times and surrender myself to a book, but only because I can open the door again and see a human face looking at me.

In quiet moments, I love to read.

Books support us in our solitude and keep us from being a burden to ourselves.

For solace, I love a book that opens up my perspective.

I like to read a lot, man. I read a lot and meditate and just go to that place. I'm not really an outdoorsman. I don't watch TV.

I was lonely as a kid. Since I had no siblings, I spent a lot of time by myself and a lot of time reading.

I need to stay busy. Otherwise, I am like so many people, alone with my thoughts, and I can be my own worst enemy.

I used to lock myself in my room and memorize scenes from films and reenact them when I was alone.

The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours. Against the blue candlewick bedspread the white pages of my open book, illuminated by a circle of lamplight, were the gateway to another world.

From an early age she had developed the art of being alone and generally preferred her own company to anyone else’s. She read books at enormous speed and judged them entirely on her ability to remove her from her material surroundings. In almost all the unhappiest days of her life she had been able to escape from her own inner world by living temporarily in someone else’s, and on the two or three occasions that she had been too upset to concentrate she had been desolate.

When you find yourself alone, or in a transition, you dream more. These are also the times when you read books.

He was a very private person, and sometimes it seemed to me that he was no longer interested in the world or in other people... I got the feeling that Julián was living in the past, locked in his memories. Julián lived within himself, for his books and inside them - a comfortable prison of his own design." "You say this as if you envied him." "There are worse prisons than words.

When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages - a special odor of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing it in, I glance through a few pages before returning each book to its shelf.

A man who finishes a book is always alone when he finishes it.

Staying within the world of a novel gives us the ability to be quiet and alone, two skills that are disappearing faster than the polar icecaps.

Books are solitudes in which we meet.