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“Books bring colour to my simple life and if I have a book in my hands, it feels like I'm always connected with the world. Whether I'm bored, lonely, upset, depressed, books soothe me and everything feels all right again.”
― Hwang Bo-Reum, Every Day I Read: 53 Ways to Get Closer to Books

“The moment we welcome books into ourselves, we're bravely opening the door to our hearts. We confess our loneliness, our weaknesses, uncertainties and worries at the same time we open up about the values and worldviews that each of us holds close to our hearts. The doorway to self-reflection that's hidden inside us opens, and we grow to become a person who understands introspection.”
― Hwang Bo-Reum, Every Day I Read: 53 Ways to Get Closer to Books

“I would leave everything here: the valleys, the hills, the paths, and the jaybirds from the gardens, I would leave here the petcocks and the padres, heaven and earth, spring and fall, I would leave here the exit routes, the evenings in the kitchen, the last amorous gaze, and all of the city-bound directions that make you shudder, I would leave here the thick twilight falling upon the land, gravity, hope, enchantment, and tranquility, I would leave here those beloved and those close to me, everything that touched me, everything that shocked me, fascinated and uplifted me, I would leave here the noble, the benevolent, the pleasant, and the demonically beautiful, I would leave here the budding sprout, every birth and existence, I would leave here incantation, enigma, distances, inexhaustibility, and the intoxication of eternity; for here I would leave this earth and these stars, because I would take nothing with me from here, because I've looked into what's coming, and I don't need anything from here.”
― László Krasznahorkai”
― László Krasznahorkai, The World Goes On

“Words are like birds, when you publish books you are setting caged birds free. They can go wherever they please. They can fly over the highest walls and across vast distances, settling in mansions of gentry, in farmsteads and laborers' cottages alike. You never know whom those words will reach, whose hearts will succumb to their sweet songs.”
― Elif Shafak, There Are Rivers in the Sky