A book is a physical object in a world of physical objects. It is a set of dead symbols. And then the right reader comes along, and the words—or rather the poetry behind the words, for the words themselves are mere symbols—spring to life, and we have a resurrection of the word.

First with the head, and then with the heart, that way small can beat big.

ستصير كفيفا، لاتخشى أمرا ما، إن ما ‏سوف تراه يشبه نهاية طويلة لليلة صيف

It is strange to an American that the English, who love dogs and rarely eat them, nevertheless are brutal with vegetables. It is just one of those national differences which are unfathomable.

Written By John Steinbeck

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