My worst nightmare is being stuck somewhere with nothing to read.
I often wonder what I'd do if there weren't any books in the world.
God have mercy on the sinner Who must write with no dinner, No gravy and no grub, No pewter and no pub, No bellyand no bowels, Only consonants and vowels.
I grew up in a middle-class house without books, without art. No one around me wrote poetry or even read it.
My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.
What kind of life can you have in a house without books?
The only thing worse than not reading a book in the last ninety days is not reading a book in the last ninety days and thinking that it doesn't matter
To starve a child of the spell of the story, of the canter of the poem, oral or written, is a kind of living burial. It is to immure him in emptiness.
