“The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.”

Letter to Ottoline Morrell (January 1922)

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Katherine Mansfield43

New Zealand author 1888–1923

Robertson Davies book A Voice from the Attic

A Voice from the Attic (1960)

“Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.”

Colette (1873–1954) 1873-1954 French novelist: wrote Gigi

“In a sense, one can never read the book that the author originally wrote, and one can never read the same book twice.”

Edmund Wilson (1895–1972) American writer, literary and social critic, and noted man of letters

The Triple Thinkers (1938) [Oxford University Press, 1948], Preface, p. ix

“Anyone who thinks one book has all the answers hasn't read enough books.”

Brian K. Vaughan (1976) American screenwriter, comic book creator

Variant: ... anyone who thinks one book has all the answers hasn't read enough books.
Source: Saga, Vol. 6

“I am a man without many pleasures in life, a man whose few pleasures are small, but a man whose small pleasures are very important to him. One of them is eating. One reading. Another eating while reading.”

Amanda Filipacchi book Nude Men

first lines.
Nude Men (1993)

“The pleasures of love are for those who are hopelessly addicted to another living creature. The reasons for such addiction are so many that I suspect they are never the same in any two cases.”

Robertson Davies (1913–1995) Canadian journalist, playwright, professor, critic, and novelist

The Pleasures of Love (1961).
Context: The pleasures of love are for those who are hopelessly addicted to another living creature. The reasons for such addiction are so many that I suspect they are never the same in any two cases. It includes passion but does not survive by passion; it has its whiffs of the agreeable vertigo of young love, but it is stable more often than dizzy; it is a growing, changing thing, and it is tactful enough to give the addicted parties occasional rests from strong and exhausting feeling of any kind.