Each book is a continent, one with varied terrain, friendly or unfriendly animals and citizens; it might take days or weeks or even years to get to know the place and its complex customs.
Where books are burned, in the end people will burn.
Miss a meal if you have to, but don't miss a book.
Perhaps there is some sort of secret homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers.
Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books.
To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed in profit.
The greatest gift is a passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you the knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination.
Writing is nothing more than a guided dream
When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.
Access to knowledge is the superb, the supreme act of truly great civilizations. Of all the institutions that purport to do this, free libraries stand virtually alone in accomplishing this mission.
Never read a book through merely because you have begun it.
I like a thin book because it will steady a table, a leather volume because it will strop a razor, and a heavy book because it can be thrown at a cat.
To read fast is as bad as to eat in a hurry.
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!
Authors only begin books. Readers make them complete.
Libraries are the memory of mankind.
The only books that influence are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path than we have yet to go ourselves.
Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it's an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day.
Books say: She did this because. Life says: She did this. Books are where things are explained to you; life is where things aren't. I'm not surprised some people prefer books. Books make sense of life. The only problem is that the lives they make sense of are other people's lives, never your own.