Formerly I believed books were made like this: a poet came, lightly opened his lips, and the inspired fool burst into song — if you please! But it seems, before they can launch a song, poets must tramp for days with callused feet, and the sluggish fish of the imagination flounders softly in the slush of the heart. And while, with twittering rhymes, they boil a broth of loves and nightingales, the tongueless street merely writhes for lack of something to shout or say . Vladimir Mayakovsky
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Though there are many reasons for the praises of books, I think the above quote expresses in a nutshell, the basic elements of why reading is something to be enjoyed. Books are not simple things; they require time and effort to read and digest. If you’re interested in reading, you’ll need to get out there and get busy!

Source: The Bedbug And Selected Poetry

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