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Anthony Trollope on Reading and Books:
The habit of reading is the only enjoyment in which there is no alloy; it lasts when all other pleasures fade.
Three hours a day will produce as much as a man ought to write.
There is no royal road to learning; no short cut to the acquirement of any art.
I have no ambition to surprise my reader. Castles with unknown passages are not compatible with my homely muse.
What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?...Was ever anything so civil?
That I can read and be happy while I am reading, is a great blessing.
To have her meals, and her daily walk, and her fill of novels, and to be left alone, was all that she asked of the gods.
There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.
This habit of reading, I make bold to tell you, is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures. It lasts when all other pleasures fade. It will support you when all other recreations are gone. It will last until your death. It will make your hours pleasant to you as long as you live.
Of all needs a book has,
the chief need is to be readable.
Book love... is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures.
Romance is very pretty in novels, but the romance of a life is always a melancholy matter. They are most happy who have no story to tell.
Who would ever think of learning to live out of an English novel?
The persons whom you cannot care for in a novel, because they are so bad, are the very same that you so dearly love in your life, because they are so good.
The end of a novel, like the end of children’s dinner-party, must be made up of sweetmeats and sugar-plum.
As for reading, I doubt whether she did much better by the sea-side than she had done in the town. Men and women say that they will read, and think so—those, I mean, who have acquired no habit of reading—believing the work to be, of all works, the easiest. It may be work, they think, but of all works it must be the easiest of achievement. Given the absolute faculty of reading, the task of going through the pages of a book must be, of all tasks, the most certainly within the grasp of the man or woman who attempts it. Alas! no; if the habit be not there, of all tasks it is the most difficult.
I have from the first felt sure that the writer, when he sits down to commence his novel, should do so, not because he has to tell a story, but because he has a story to tell. The novelist's first novel will generally have sprung from the right cause.
(On Charles Dickens) It has been the peculiarity and the marvel of this man’s power, that he has invested his puppets with a charm that has enabled him to dispense with human nature.
No novel is anything, for the purposes either of comedy or tragedy, unless the reader can sympathise with the characters whose names he finds upon the pages. Let an author so tell his tale as to touch his reader's heart and draw his tears, and he has, so far, done his work well. Truth let there be, --truth of description, truth of character, human truth as to men and women. If there be such truth, I do not know that a novel can be too sensational.
In former times great objects were attained by great work. When evils were to be reformed, reformers set about their heavy task with grave decorum and laborious argument. An age was occupied in proving a grievance, and philosophical researches were printed in folio pages, which it took a life to write, and an eternity to read. We get on now with a lighter step, and quicker: ridicule is found to be more convincing than argument, imaginary agonies touch more than true sorrows.
A sermon is not to tell you what you are, but what you ought to be, and a novel should tell you not what you are to get, but what you’d like to get.
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