Though the world foreseen in this book may seem far away to you, I believe it will be achieved—and once achieved, that it will grow in stability over time.
This book is a call to action, not complacency.
No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book-friends.
This book is about that future and what it is going to look like—how it will be a place glorious and spectacular beyond our wildest hopes.
The libraries that existed, such as the one at Alexandria, contained reading rooms because when you read a book, you read it aloud.
The first book that gave me any real sense of the value of history was Swinton's "World History," which I received on my thirteenth birthday.
But this is merely a footnote, an asterisk in the record book of humanity.
The word kumbaya appears in this book only once, and you just saw it.
I couldn't find nothing on Josh without a last name, but Ed Plotke was in the phone book for six years between 1956 and 1962.
If my reasoning elsewhere in this book is correct, we are moving toward a future where there will be nothing but healthy, well-developed, rich countries with modern infrastructure.
Miss Sullivan had never heard of "The Frost Fairies" or of the book in which it was published.
They were too busy knocking on Fred's door before he'd even risen to book their reservations for Cyberville.
In fact, the book could survive for centuries, as could new perfect copies of the book, and thus the ideas could be distributed.
Every time you buy a book from Amazon, its employees use your data—information about what you did on their site in the privacy of your own home—to try to sell other people more products.
According to Yang Jisheng, who wrote the definitive book on The Great Famine, In Xinyang, people starved at the doors of the grain warehouses.
In the 1968 book The Lessons of History, Will and Ariel Durant calculated that, "In the last 3,421 years of recorded history only 268 have seen no war."
At some point while reading this book, some part of the future I describe may have been unsettling to you.
I called him Black Beauty, as I had just read the book, and he resembled his namesake in every way, from his glossy black coat to the white star on his forehead.
Burke's speech was more instructive than any other book on a political subject that I had ever read.
At first I had only a few books in raised print--"readers" for beginners, a collection of stories for children, and a book about the earth called "Our World."
I took the book in my hands and tried to feel the letters with an intensity of longing that I can never forget.
Teacher told me about kind gentleman I shall be glad to read pretty story I do read stories in my book about tigers and lions and sheep.
I read pretty stories in the book you sent me, about Charles and his boat, and Arthur and his dream, and Rosa and the sheep.
One man proposed a book in which visitors should write their names, as at the White Mountains; but, alas!
Yet, though many people of every class came this way to the pond, I suffered no serious inconvenience from these sources, and I never missed anything but one small book, a volume of Homer, which perhaps was improperly gilded, and this I trust a soldier of our camp has found by this time.
She turned to go, but he stopped her with a gesture and took an uncut book from the high desk.
Vaguely she heard Cade close his book and cross the room.
This primer was his only book, and he loved it.
One day when they were with their mother, she showed them a wonderful book that some rich friend had given her.
They admired the book very much, for they had never seen anything like it.
And every day since you showed me the book, he has given me a lesson.
He had in his hand a French book which he closed as Prince Andrew entered, marking the place with a knife.
"Couldn't one get a book?" he asked.
He kept asking them to get him the book and put it under him.
As soon as anyone entered she got up quickly, changed her position and expression, and picked up a book or some sewing, evidently waiting impatiently for the intruder to go.
"A diary, Nicholas," she replied, handing him a blue exercise book filled with her firm, bold writing.
Nicholas put down the book and looked at his wife.
"For instance, he is collecting a library and has made it a rule not to buy a new book till he has read what he had already bought--Sismondi and Rousseau and Montesquieu," he added with a smile.
In a wonderful book, called "The Arabian Nights," there are many interesting stories about him.
The mother sat down in the shade of a tree and began to read in a new book which she had bought the day before.
Each book was written with a pen or a brush.
"Mother," he said, "will you let me see that beautiful book again?"