“She read everything.”

“She likes to read, she reads all the time, and she prefers to be reading several things at once, she says it gives endless perspective and dimension.”

“She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy.”

“Read everything and be kind.”

“Reading is important - read between the lines. Don't swallow everything.”

“Reading is important, because if you can read, you can learn anything about everything and everything about anything.”

“Read. Forget everything you've been told about books and read.”

“You should always cook eggs slowly" was Joan's advice in the kitchen on 118th Street. Joan did everything slowly, Edie reflected; she spoke, walked, dressed and read slowly, as if savoring every moment. She read everything, every newspaper and magazine. She liked the cartoons of William Steig in The New Yorker, particularly the one of the dejected fellow saying, "My mother loved me but she died." Joan didn't get along with her mother, and felt that she had nothing in common with her parents' country-club existence. She had rebelled against her background by living the New York City bohemian life.”

“Believe everything you read”

“She was everything I wanted. She was beautiful and charming, with a quick sense of humor, and she supported me in everything I did.”