Quotes About Library

all of us who are sealed to the Library are people who have chosen this way of life because we love books. None of us wanted to save worlds. I mean, not that we object to saving worlds..." She shrugged, picking up her teacup again "We want books. We love books. We live with books.

Panic is the last thing we can afford," Coppelia said. "Panic will have everyone rushing off in different directions to try to 'save the Library.' Panic is the antithesis to good organization. Panic is messy. I am against panic on a point of principle.

She remembered the conversation in the Library, as forgetting was the last thing a fully-trained Librarian should do. Memories were as important as books, and almost as important as proper indexing.

Then what is the purpose of the Library?" Vale asked. "To save books," Irene said firmly.

And here in the Library, even if our outer layer is order, we have an inner heart of chaos. We read too much for it to be anything else.

Panic will have everyone rushing off in different directions to try to 'save the Library.' Panic is the antithesis to good organization. Panic is messy. I am against panic on a point of principle.

Irene felt a desperate surge of nostalgia for her Library. Her life was more than just airship chases, cyborg alligator attacks, and hanging out with this alternate universe's nearest analogue to Sherlock Holmes. She was a Librarian, and the deepest, most fundamental part of her life involved a love of books. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to shut the rest of the world out and have nothing to worry about except the next page of whatever she was reading.

Alberich was a figure out of nightmare. He was the one Librarian who'd betrayed the Library and got away with it and was still somewhere out there.

This sense of possibility might not last, of course Nothing ever did. But she wasn't going to spoil it by looking too far ahead. They were safe in the Library, and the Library would endure.

Si trattava di trovare delle opere uniche di narrativa e salvarle, portandole in un luogo fuori dal tempo e dallo spazio.

That instead of running directly back to your assigned world and your work – and your prince – you're staying in the Library for long enough to have coffee. And not just a cup, but a whole pot. Has it been a bad few days?

We note that the Library has not had fire alarm drills for the last two hundred years. This is because we found the two default responses unhelpful. These being "running away screaming" or "resigning yourself to death while clutching your favourite books." Librarians with more useful suggestions should contact Yves via email and attach a full benefit-threat analysis.

She was in the Library. Not just any library, but the Library.

Living outside the Library was never safe. Flying sleighs could come out of nowhere and hit you, however careful you were.

The Library runs on conspiracy theory. Admit nothing, deny everything, then find out what's going on and publish a paper on the subject. It's not as if they can stop you doing that.

Alla fine della giornata, riportare il libro che la biblioteca vuole è il mio dovere e il mio onore, e questo è tutto ciò che conta davvero.

Tutti noi siamo vincolati alla Biblioteca, siamo persona che hanno scelto questa vita perché amano i libri.

Ambian?a o lini?ti automat: lumina abundent? a felinarelor, mirosul de hârtie ?i piele ?i faptul c?, oriunde privea, vedea numai c?r?i, c?r?i ?i iar c?r?i.

We want books. We love books. We live with books.

Natural causes - it's all at the back of the report; she was in a traffic accident. Hit by a crashing flying sleigh. The sleigh was flying, that is, and then it crashed.' The thought gave her a little unwanted shudder. Living outside the Library was never safe. Flying sleighs could come out of nowhere and hit you, however careful you were.

the Library has not had fire alarm drills for the last two hundred years. This is because we found the two default responses unhelpful. These being "running away screaming" or "resigning yourself to death while clutching your favourite books.

You mean me entering the Library may have destroyed the universe?" Catherine asked. "You don't need to sound quite so impressed by it," Irene chided. "It's not something you want on your yearly performance review.

And then they were inside, and out of the wind, and surrounded by comforting walls and walls of books. The rich, delightful smell of old paper, leather, and ink permeated the place, washing away the pettier odours of blood and oil and smog.

She was a Librarian, and the deepest, most fundamental part of her life involved a love of books. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to shut the rest of the world out and have nothing to worry about except the next page of whatever she was reading.