Amy LowellAll books are either dreams or swords.
About This Quote
I love this quote because it speaks to the idea that all of our thoughts are creative. Inspired by the words of the great writer, William Shakespeare, this quote offers a unique perspective on what books can be. A book can be both a creative work and a weapon. It can be both a dream and a sword. It can inspire us to dream about something new or give us the tools to defend ourselves against others who may wish harm upon us.
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