Quotes About Literature

In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.

Books must be treated with respect, we feel that in our bones, because words have power. Bring enough words together they can bend space and time.

But we're a university! We have to have a library! said Ridcully. It adds tone . What sort of people would we be if we didn't go into the library? Students, said Senior Wrangler morosely.

It looked like the sort of book described in library catalogues as 'slightly foxed', although it would be more honest to admit that it looked as though it had been badgered, wolved and possibly beared as well.

J.R.R. Tolkien has become a sort of mountain, appearing in all subsequent fantasy in the way that Mt. Fuji appears so often in Japanese prints. Sometimes it's big and up close. Sometimes it's a shape on the horizon. Sometimes it's not there at all, which means that the artist either has made a deliberate decision against the mountain, which is interesting in itself, or is in fact standing on Mt. Fuji.

Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.

It was like being in a Jane Austen novel, but one with far less clothing.

If words had weight, a single sentence from Death would have anchored a ship.

He'd heard that writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne. This is, of course, absolutely true.

a metaphor ... is like lying but more decorative.

These weren't cheap modern books; these were books bound in leather, and not just leather, but leather from clever cows who had given their lives for literature after a happy existence in the very best pastures.

It was also a room full of books and made of books. There was no actual furniture; this is to say, the desk and chairs were shaped out of books. It looked as though many of them were frequently referred to, because they lay open with other books used as bookmarks.

I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.

I dinna trust him, said Slightly Mad Angus. He reads books an' such.

He had never been interested in stories at any age, and had never quite understood the basic concept. He'd never read a work of fiction all the way through. He did remember, as a small boy, being really annoyed at the depiction of Hickory Dickory Dock in a rag book of nursery rhymes because the clock in the drawing was completely wrong for the period.

I just rearrange words into a pleasing order for money.

This is no way to treat a book," he said. "Look, he's bent the spine right back. People always do that, they've got no idea of how to treat them.

All witches who'd lived in her cottage were bookish types. They thought you could see life through books but you couldn't, the reason being that the words got in the way.

For the first time in her life Granny wondered whether there might be something important in all these books people were setting such store by these days, although she was opposed to books on strict moral grounds, since she had heard that many of them were written by dead people and therefore it stood to reason reading them would be as bad as necromancy.

How many books are there? said Masklin. Hundreds! Thousands! Do you know what they're all about? Gurder looked at him blankly. Do you know what you're saying? he said. No. But I want to find out. They're about everything! You'd never believe it! They're full of words even I don't understand! Can you find a book which tells you how to understand words you don't understand? said Masklin. Gurder hesitated. It's an intriguing thought, he said.

That was great, al' that reading' ye did!' said Rob Anybody. 'I didnae understand a single word o' it!' 'Aye, it must be powerful language if you cannae make oout what the heel it's goin' on aboot!' said another pictsie.

Aziraphale was an angel, but he also worshiped books.

The members of the Guild of Assassins considered themselves cultured men who enjoyed good music and food and literature. And they knew the value of human life. To a penny, in many cases.

Thus proving that books can teach you much, if only to give you a good name for a devilish, smart goat.