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Bookaholics Quotes By Yvonne Strahovski

I was a tomboy and didn't pay too much attention to my clothes. — Yvonne Strahovski

Bookaholics Quotes By Ambrose Bierce

FIDELITY, n. A virtue peculiar to those who are about to be betrayed. — Ambrose Bierce

Bookaholics Quotes By Susanna Clarke

It was an old fashioned house
the sort of house in fact, as Strange expressed it, which a lady in a novel might like to be persecuted in. — Susanna Clarke

Bookaholics Quotes By Juliet Cook

I once typed 'vagina dentata' into dictionary and it asked me, 'Did you mean giant anteater? — Juliet Cook

Bookaholics Quotes By Jeffrey Eugenides

Paris was a museum displaying exactly itself. — Jeffrey Eugenides

Bookaholics Quotes By Samuel Butler

The sinews of art and literature, like those of war, are money. — Samuel Butler

Bookaholics Quotes By Yara Gharios

I envision a future where uniqueness is cherished. — Yara Gharios

Bookaholics Quotes By Sara Nelson

Reading's ability to beam you up to a different world is a good part of the reason why people like me do it in the first place
because dollar for dollar, hour per hour, it's the most expedient way to get from our proscribed little "here" to an imagined, intriguing there". Part time machine, part Concorde, part ejector seat, books are our salvation. — Sara Nelson

Bookaholics Quotes By Robert Lee Hadden

Bookaholics are the ones who start to feel uncomfortable and uneasy in another person's house, and suddenly realize there are no bookshelves or magazines lying around. People who only own a telephone book and their high school yearbooks scare us. — Robert Lee Hadden

Bookaholics Quotes By Sheila Heti

I died. When a person is a chicken who crosses the road to get to the other side, and that is how she dies, then her life is a joke. Well, that is how I died - as a chicken crossing the road to get to the other side.

When I crossed the road that day, it was to the other side I was heading - that was how much despair I felt, our fight still in my mind. Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side. A suicide. The other side is death. Everyone knows that, right? — Sheila Heti