14 Quotes by Paul Acampora

It's not enough to know what all the words mean," he continued. "A good reader starts to see what an entire book is trying to say. And then a good reader will have something to say in return.

We will speak for the books."..."Like the Lorax?""The Lorax speaks for the trees," I remind her."Books are made out of paper. Paper is made out of trees.""What about e-books?""We can speak for them too.""Audiobooks?""Audiobooks speak for themselves." She grins. "Get it?

Shelving books incorrectly is as good as stealing them. It's almost worse.

Even at her sickest, she tried to create at least one drawing every single day. Sometimes she drew stuff out of her head. Other times, she sketched nurses and orderlies and other patients. Once, she was so tired that she could barely sit up, but she struggled through a detailed drawing of her own scrawny fingers holding a pencil.

Mark Twain made black people look like buffoons," [says Michael].Mort doesn't look up. He doesn't know what we're talking about, but that doesn't stop him from joining the conversation. "Michael," says Mort, "Mark Twain made everybody look like buffoons. He was an equal opportunity buffoon maker.

But in the book," I say, "the mockingbird is supposed to be a symbol of innocence. That's why it's a sin to kill one.""Who says it's a symbol of innocence?" asks Mort."Teachers," I tell him. "Book reviewers, critics --""Wikipedia," Elena calls from behind the window display.

I'm not one of those people who think that cancer is some kind of jousting match. People live or die based on good medicine, good luck, and the grace of God. The people that die from it did not fail. The people who live will die another day.

It's true," says Michael. "Dicken's novels came out in monthly installments. People couldn't wait for the next chapter to arrive. Mobs would gather at train stations and shipyards so they could be first in line to get the next part of the book.""Mobs?" I say......."People don't feel that way about books anymore," Elena says sadly. "Some people do," I say.

Do you want to be in our mob?" Elena asks him."When did we get a mob?" he says."We don't have one yet. I'm working on it."Michael turns to me."It's got something to do with books.""In that case," says Michael, "I'm in.