Experience is the child of Thought and Thought is the child of Action. We cannot learn men from books.
The last book was wonderful, but, nevertheless, there was an imperfection — several pages were torn out. Right in front of the torn pages was the following line: "People live to save themselves. You will understand that at the moment of your death."
I don't browse in bookshops, I browse in libraries, where you can take a book home and read it, and if you like it you go to a bookshop and buy it.
— Don't you ever get tired of reading that book?
— No.
— Well, what's in it, anyway?
— Things.
— Oh, for Christ's sake!
— It is called Talmon. It contains the words of our great teacher, Shismar.
— I suppose you have to know the Drac language to read it, right?
— It would help.
— So teach me the Drac language.
— It is not for you, Davidge.
— Shismar is too good for us humans, is that it?
— Not too good for humans, but too good for you.
— Now you're a judge of character.
— Do you not remember what you say about Shismar?
— Well, maybe you forgot what you said about Mickey Mouse!
— That was wrong. I did not mean it.
— I didn't mean what I said about Shismar, either.
Explanation:
Anastasia is a student of the faculty of literature.
When we were living in Colorado there was snowfall. Our cat — I’m a cat man — wanted to get out of the house so I opened a door for him but he wouldn’t leave. Just kept on crying. He’d seen snow before and I couldn’t understand it. I kept opening other doors for him and he still wouldn’t leave. Then Ginny said, "Oh, he’s looking for a door into summer". I threw up my hands, told her not to say another word, and wrote the novel "The Door Into Summer" in 13 days.
There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton fields called the Old South...
Here in this pretty world Gallantry took it's last bow. Here was the last ever to be seen of Khights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and of Slave...
Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered.
A Civilization gone with the wind...
"How many of you are there?"
"Thousands on the roads, the abandoned railtracks, tonight, bums on the outside, libraries inside."
If you open the covers, you’ll encounter someone else’s imagination. If you feel lonely on your own, try reading a book. Try to imagine what the author was thinking, what he wanted to say. Then you might be able to obtain something wonderful.