I finished two more reading memoirs recently, Lynne Sharon Schwartz’s Ruined by Reading (1996) and Pat Conroy’s My Reading Life (2010). Here are a couple passages I liked that depict the life of the reader/writer:

There was life before reading. Not until the sixteenth century were manuscripts even available, except to monks and royalty. What could it have been like? -Schwartz

Good writing is the hardest form of thinking. -Conroy