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“You must know that feeling when it's raining outside and the heating's on and you lose yourself, utterly, in a book. You read and you read and you feel the pages slipping through your fingers until suddenly there are fewer in your right hand than there are in your left and you want to slow down but you still hurtle on towards a conclusion you can hardly bear to discover.”

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Magpie Murders

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Anthony Horowitz
Anthony Horowitz

Anthony Horowitz is a British novelist renowned for his suspense and crime novels. Born on April 5, 1955, he began his writing career in 1981. Horowitz's works span various styles, including historical novels, children's literature, and adult fiction. He has received numerous literary awards, including the Silver Dagger Award and the Edgar Award. more

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“I don't see the use of reading the same thing over and over again,' said Phillip. 'That's only a laborious form of idleness.' But are you under the impression that you have so great a mind that you can understand the most profound writer at a first reading?' I don't want to understand him, I'm not a critic. I'm not interested in him for his sake but for mine.' Why do you read then?' Partly for pleasure, because it's a habit and I'm just as uncomfortable if I don't read as if I don't smoke, and partly to know myself. When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes part of me; I've got out of the book all that's any use to me and I can't get anythning more if I read it a dozen times. ...”

“كنت حينما يسألني أحد أصدقاء العائلة: سمعنا أن هوايتك القراءة..صحيح؟ فأجيبهم: بل حياتي القراءة، الطعام والشراب يمكن تصنيفهم قي خانة الهوايات، أما القراءة فهي ضرورة لحياتي. التنفس يعطيني عامل البقاء في الحياة، بينما القراءة تعطيني المبرر..”

“The Babar the Elephant book is sitting in front of me. I pick it up and start reading it. I remember reading it as a small Boy and enjoying it and imagining that I was friends with Babar, his constant Companion during all of his adventures. He went to the moon, I went with him. He fought Tomb Raiders in Egypt, I fought alongside him. He rescued his elephant girlfriend from Ivory Hunters on the Savanna, I coordinated the getaway. I loved that goddamn Elephant and I loved being his friend. In a childhood full of unhappiness and rage, Babar is one of the few pleasant memories that I have. Me and Babar, kicking some motherfucking ass.”

“...بوسعك دائمًا أن تضحي بما أحببت ،حينما تغدو الملاجئ ساحات حرب ،وحين يغلب ظلها نورك .وحين يصبح التمسك بها موتًا بطيئًا لروحك You can always sacrifice things you loved… when they become battlefields instead of shelters, when their shadows eclipse your lights, when holding on means watching yourself wither.”

“Consider a small child sitting on his mother's lap while she reads him a picture book. The picture book opens to a width that effectively places the child at the center of a closed circle - that of mother's body, arms, and the picture book... That circle, so private and intimate, is a place apart form the demands and stresses of daily life, a sanctuary in and from which the child can explore the many worlds offered in picture books. Despite all of our society's technological advances, it still just takes one child, one book, and one reader, to create this unique space, to work this everyday magic.”