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"And what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversation?"
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"There are two motives for reading a book; one, that you enjoy it; the other, that you can boast about it."

"She'd obviously read the book many times before, and so she read flawlessly and confidently, and I could hear her smile in the reading of it, and the sound of that smile made me think that maybe I would like novels better if Alaska Young read them to me."

"If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all."

"Sometimes it is the reader that sucks, not the book."

"If someone wrote it and it had a peculiar twist, I've read it."

"The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story."

"I enjoy books as misers enjoy treasures, because I know I can enjoy them whenever I please."
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"While the laughter of joy is in full harmony with our deeper life, the laughter of amusement should be kept apart from it. The danger is too great of thus learning to look at solemn things in a spirit of mockery, and to seek in them opportunities for exercising wit."

"Alice thought to herself, 'Then there's no use in speaking.' The voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to her great surprise, they all thought in chorus (I hope you understand what thinking in chorus means--for I must confess that I don't), 'Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!"

"A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,Lingering onward dreamilyIn an evening of July -Children three that nestle near,Eager eye and willing ear,Pleased a simple tale to hear -Long has paled that sunny sky:Echoes fade and memories die:Autumn frosts have slain July.Still she haunts me, phantomwise,Alice moving under skiesNever seen by waking eyes.Children yet, the tale to hear,Eager eye and willing ear,Lovingly shall nestle near.In a Wonderland they lie,Dreaming as the days go by,Dreaming as the summers die:Ever drifting down the stream -Lingering in the golden gleam -Life, what is it but a dream?"
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