“The poet advises: 'Read me. Read me again.'He does not always come away unscathed fromhis page, but like the poor, he knows how to make use of an olive's eternity.”

“Sometimes he would advise me to read poetry, and would send me in his letters quantities of verses and whole poems, which he wrote from memory. 'Read poetry,' he wrote: 'poetry makes men better.' How often, in my later life, I realized the truth of this remark of his! Read poetry: it makes men better.”

“Tears upon tears splat on to the lined pages in my hands as I read about a nightmare come true. Quickly, I wipe away the saltwater so it won't fade the ink. Because even as my chest caves in and makes me hate the chipper birds and everything else, I know that I needed to read this today, and I need to read it again tomorrow.For me, reading is remembering.”

“The world is a book, and he who does not travel reads only a page.”

“How does Galdoila know about the reward?" i asked."He reads the signs," Grover said. "Duh.""Of course," I said. "Silly me.”

“Oh, wonderful. I killed his father. He hates me. He knows how to make bombs. Come on, Wedge, how does this story end?”