When all else fails, give up and go to the library.
I started out reading the ones in my dad’s office. I just loved to read.
On some shelf in some hexagon, it was argued, there must exist a book that is the cipher and perfect compendium of all other books, and some librarian must have examined that book; this librarian is analogous to a god.
He had given her the book when it came out, hoping that the poem would tell her what he hadn’t dared to say.
In a town like London there are always plenty of not quite certifiable lunatics walking the streets, and they tend to gravitate towards bookshops, because a bookshop is one of the few places where you can hang about for a long time without spending any money.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swalloed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
He would also declare that of the many kinds of pleasure literature can minister, the highest is the pleasure of the imagination.
I cannot live without books.
They sat around, reading the book themselves, listening to me read the book, and a kind of paradise was regained.
There is no friend as loyal as a book.