No harm, I say, can ever be done a great book by taking it with you to the toillet. Only the little books suffer thereby.
Henry Miller – “Black Spring”
For me the book is the man and my book is the man I am, the confused man, the negligent man, the reckless man, the lusty, obscene, boisterous, thoughtful, scrupulous man that I am.
Umberto Eco – “?”
Nu-mi fac griji. Cartea va dainui. Citesti tot timpul, citesti in tren, in autobuz. Citesti in parc. Citesti cand te plimbi si chiar cand faci dragoste poti sa citesti. Cu computerul este mai greu…