If the literature we are reading does not wake us, why then do we read it? A literary work must be an ice-axe to break the sea frozen inside us.
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?
A book must be an ice-axe to break the seas frozen inside our soul.
If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skull, why then do we read it?
