I find television very educating.
Every time somebody turns on the set,
I go into the other room
and read a book.”

Groucho Marx

There is something about words.
In expert hands, manipulated deftly,
they take you prisoner.
Wind themselves around your limbs
like spider silk, and when
you are so enthralled you cannot move,
they pierce your skin, enter your blood,
numb your thoughts.
Inside you they work their magic.”

Diane Setterfield

Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don’t know
how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors
and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness,
of witherings, of tarnishings.”

Anais Nin

The difference between
the poet and the mathematician
is that the poet tries to
get his head into the heavens
while the mathematician
tries to get the heavens into his head.”

G.K. Chesterton

I can never read all the books I want;
I can never be all the people I want
and live all the lives I want.
I can never train myself
in all the skills I want.
And why do I want?
I want to live and feel
all the shades, tones and variations
of mental and physical experience
possible in my life.
And I am horribly limited.”

Sylvia Plath

Never forget what you are,
for surely the world will not.
Make it your strength.
Then it can never be your weakness.
Armour yourself in it,
and it will never be used to hurt you.”

George RR Martin

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

Neil Gaiman

“Dumbledore watched her fly away,
and as her silvery glow faded
he turned back to Snape,
and his eyes were full of tears.
After all this time?”
Always,” said Snape.”

J.K. Rowling

When she’d kissed him, she had surprised herself. It had been such an impulse – the way she sometimes reached out to catch a stray leaf on the wind, or jumped a puddle on a rainy day – something done without thinking or resisting, something pointless and harmless. She had never done anything like that before and never would again, and looking back on it, she would forever be surprised at herself, and a little shocked. But at that moment she had known, with a certainty she would never feel about anything else in her life, that it was right, that she wanted this man in her life. Something inside her said, “he understands what it’s like to be different.”

Celeste NG