About Books Quotes

I look back now with amazement at the small accidents that put certain books before me.

In fact, when I finally shuffle off this mortalcoil, you will have to pry a book out of my cold, dead hands.

Books have always been among my most trusted of friends, Mr. Linden replied. The best of them allow the mind to wander wherever the author's musings lead.

Use more caution the next time you make a reading selection. Books, you know, are a lot like people, and each and every one of us is ultimately judged by the company we keep

They were the sisterhood: their mothers at a younger age.

Please, no matter how we advance in technology please don't abandon the book-there is nothing in our material world more beautiful than a book.

And what new life can emerge from a book. Any book, maybe.

You'll grow devilish fat upon this paper-diet!

Back then I could not understand one word of what I read.Reading did, however, give me heart. Even if you cannot understand what you are reading you can get something from books.

So we may use our books to form a barricade against the world, interweaving their words with our own to ward off the heat of the day.

I decide a book is bad if I get angrier and angrier as I read it.

Books are like bacon for the mind.

Ignatius B. Samson, welcome to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books.

I was no longer able to hear the music that issues from a decent piece of prose.

No matter how strong you are, you cannot hold open the jaws of a great-white shark with your bare hands... that can do your brain.

Remain humble in your journey as an author and your audience will embrace you. Remain grateful for every publicity opportunity that comes your way, and the media will embrace you.

We believed in the existence in this country of a vast reading public for intelligent books at a low price and staked everything on it.

What's the use trying to read Shakespeare, especially in one of those little paper editions whose pages get ruffled, or stuck together with sea-water?

The flickering candlelight conspired with the silence, and we only interrupted each other’s reading to share a casual delight.

The books I would like to print are the books I love to read and keep.

Even the names of the books gave me food for thought.

Shelby watched the books burn. She wonders if words are pouring down on other people's houses, sad words, like beast and mourn and sorrow and mother.

Much later, Alice would wonder what might have happened if she had gone to bed when she was supposed to.

A town without a book shop was a town without a heart

Books can change the world. They represent a second chance for those that want to change their life and can’t.

Boredom is not far from bliss: it is bliss seen from the shores of pleasure.

Altogether, if I had to pick one place to hang out anywhere, from New York to Cape Town and Australia to Hong Kong, a bookstore would be it.

When I read a novel my imagination starts off at a gallop and leaves the narrator hidden in a cloud of dust I have to come jogging twenty miles back to the denouement.

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces on the edges of print.

There are books showing men how to succeed in everything they are written by men who cannot even succeed in writing books.

She's always loved writers, even more than the books I think. They're like personal friends to her.

[P]art of the pleasure of engaging with a writer is unraveling some allusions and admitting defeat by others.

Every true reader could, even if not one new book were published, spend decades and centuries studying on, fighting on, continuing to rejoice in the treasure of those already at hand.

What's the book like?""Well, some of it's twaddle, but mostly it's just piffle. Cheers!

Great readers (are) those who know early that there is never going to be time to read all there is to read, but do their darnedest anyway.

It was a fruit we had never seen before, larger than an apple, about the size of a grapefruit. It was round and yellow like the leaves of a neglected book.

Her presence had awakened in him a man suddenly whipped by his earlier ideals, whose lost manhood wanted to assert itself in action.

It is intolerable to have one's sufferings twinned with anybody else's.

Hello" and "good-bye" were a pair of bookends, propping up a vast library of blank volumes, void almanacs, novels full of sentiment I couldn't apprehend

No moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.

But love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst into their fullest bloom...

Men from the mountains always dream of the sea, and above all things I love to travel.

No privacy left. No manners.

Out of worship and out of love he would let no one light the stove for her either, as if he would be the warmth and the fire to dry and warm her feet.

Although I was so big, and so rough in many ways, loved hunting, fighting, horseback riding, I loved the piano above everything else...The mountain man's obsession is to get a glimpse of the sea.

To set their sufferings alongside the sufferings of another people was to compare them (which hell was worse?), demoting Sarajevo's martyrdom to a mere instance.

What can I say Rango? What can I do to prove to you that I belong to you?

He had appointed her not only guardian angel, but a member of his ideals.

You have no cause to grumble boy. You made your choice and all this is a consequence of your choice. Whatever now ensues is what you yourself have chosen.

With time, many staged photographs turn back into historical evidence, albeit of an impure kind - like most historical evidence.