“We are what we love to read, and when we admit to loving a book, we admit that the book represents some aspect of ourselves truly, whether it is that we are suckers for romance or pining for adventure or secretly fascinated by crime.”
Nina Sankovitch“Our house was open to anyone who needed a little extra support or comfort or just a home-cooked meal.”
Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading“Stories about lives remembered bring us backward while allowing us to move forward.”
Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading“Cyril Connolly, twentieth-century writer and critic, wrote that ‘words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living.’ That was how I wanted to use books: as an escape back to life. I wanted to engulf myself in books and come up whole again.p.20”
Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading“Desire for a person is not the same thing as having that unique appreciation and need for them, nor is affection. Desire waxes and wanes, and affection can be felt without long-standing commitment. But 'You matter to me' means that the long haul is accepted, even willingly taken on: I will carry you, hold you and applaud you, from here on in. Dependability: I will be here to take care of you. And when you are gone, I will be here to remember you.”
Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading“Sorrow is the violent smashing of reason, in that reason has no power over it.”
Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading“Remembrance is acknowledging that a life was lived ...My father finally wrote out his memories for a reason. I took on a year of reading books for a reason. Because words are witness to life: they record what has happened, and they make it all real.Words create the stories that become history and become unforgettable. Even fiction portrays truth: good fiction is truth. Stories about lives remembered bring us backward while allowing us to move forward.”
Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading“We are what we love to read, and when we admit to loving a book, we admit that the book represents some aspect of ourselves truly, whether it is that we are suckers for romance or pining for adventure or secretly fascinated by crime.”
Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading