“There are certain things that I'll hear about and that I think will make a great book and I put it in a file. Sometimes it's a situation that interests me, and I don't even realize what I'm trying to say about it until I get closer to it. Sometimes the book after that I've written 125 pages of, and I can tell you what the book is after that. I just sort of have a linear progression, but more than anything, the topics land in your lap. I don't feel that I go out searching for them.” ThinkingFeelsTryingI CanBookSometimesCertainInterestRealizingSituationWrittenLandPagesTopicsLapFilesProgressionLinearGreat Book Author:Jodi Picoult
“The truest art I would strive for in any work would be to give the page the same qualities as earth: weather would land on it harshly; light would elucidate the most difficult truths; wind would sweep away obtuse padding.” GivingArtLightWould BeEarthDifficultNatureQualityLandWindPagesStriveWeatherTruest Book:The solace of open spaces Source: The solace of open spaces
“If religious books are not widely circulated among the masses in this country, I do not know what is going to become of us as a nation. If truth be not diffused, then error will be. If God and His Word are not known and received, the devil and his works will gain the ascendency. If the evangelical volume does not reach every hamlet, the pages of a corrupt and licentious literature will. If the power of the gospel is not felt throughout the length and breadth of this land, anarchy and misrule, degradation and misery, corruption and darkness will reign without mitigation or end.” IfsKnowsDoeBookEndsCountryLiteratureNationsFeltReligiousKnownDarknessLandTruth IsMassPagesDevilGainsMiseryErrorsCorruptionLengthAnarchyVolumeReignDegradationEvangelicalBreadthReligious Books Author:Daniel Webster
“There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all. This is no time to talk of hedges and fields, or the beauties of any country. Sadness and fear and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens pages of these messengers of doom. Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved. Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.” KnowsMenMindWellsHeartChildrenEndsCountryEarthLawHateFallEnjoySilenceTalkingSunGoneSadnessLandCryFieldsBrokenPagesLovelyBelovedCustomsTribesHeart And MindDoomMessengersBeloved CountryCry The Beloved Country Author:Alan Paton
“There is nothing else in magic but the wild thought of the bird as it casts itself into the void. There is no creature upon the earth with such potential for magic. Even the least of them may fly straight out of this world and come by chance to the Other Lands. Where does the wind come from that blows upon your face, that fans the pages of your book? Where the harum-scarum magic of small wild creatures meets the magic of Man, where the language of the wind and the rain and the trees can be understood, there we will find the Raven King.” MenWorldMayDoeBookEarthFacesLanguageChanceMagicTreeFansLandThis WorldWindKingsCreaturesPagesBirdUnderstoodRainCastsBlowYour FaceVoidRavensWild Creatures Author:Susanna Clarke
“This is how space begins, with words only, signs traced on the blank page. To describe space: to name it, to trace it, like those portolano-makers who saturated the coastlines with the names of harbours, the names of capes, the names of inlets, until in the end the land was only separated from the sea by a continuous ribbon of text. Is the aleph, that place in Borges from which the entire world is visible simultaneously, anything other than an alphabet?” WorldEndsNamesSpaceSeaLandPagesVisibleMakersBlankAlphabetRibbonsCapesSaturatedBlank PagesBorgesHarbourCoastline Author:Georges Perec
“I am not a religious man. I have not attended a service for many years. But I do believe in God. My own practice of religion, you could say, it a nonpractice. I personally feel that it's just as worthy on a weekend to rake the lawns of an elderly neighbor or to climb a mountain and marvel at the beauty of this land we live in as it is to sing hosannas or go to Mass. In other words, I think every many finds his own church- and not all of them have four walls - Judge Haig (Page 399)” ThinkingMenFeelsYearsBelieveChurchReligiousMy OwnPracticeFourLandJudgingWallMountainMassPagesWorthyNeighborClimbsBelieve In GodWeekendElderlyLawnsRakesFour WallsHaig Book:The Jodi Picoult Collection #4: Change of Heart, Handle with Care, and House Rules Source: The Jodi Picoult Collection #4: Change of Heart, Handle with Care, and House Rules