Quotes About Books

It was clear that the books owned the shop rather than the other way about. Everywhere they had run wild and taken possession of their habitat, breeding and multiplying and clearly lacking any strong hand to keep them down. —AGATHA CHRISTIE, THE CLOCKS

Annie's other prized book lay nearby—a copy of Lord of the Flies, a vintage clothbound volume in a sturdy slipcase, one of three copies she possessed. She hoped the reporter wouldn't ask about that.

The Secret Art of Dr. Seuss?

A book, too, can be a star . . . a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.

The penthouse bar had an even more commanding view, and craft cocktails named after local or formerly local writers and their books--- the Anne Rice blood orange martini, the Tsukiyama Samurai, the Christopher Moore Demon, the Joy Luck Cocktail.

I read books, …Like, all the time.

When she was a girl, Natalie used to start each day by skipping through the shop, calling good morning to her favorites as she passed them---Angelina Ballerina, Charlotte and Ramona, Lilly and her purple plastic purse.

I read sixty books last year." "Geez," he said. "Why?" "'Cause there wasn't time to read more

She joined a book group and actually read each selection, remembering that at several places in her life, books have been her refuge.

She loved reading books. While her mom was busy making sandwiches, she would curl up in a corner and read to keep herself company.

He had practically made a career out of reading parenting books, even though they all seemed to give conflicting advice. One thing they agreed on was that rebellion stemmed from a need to escape parental control, running up against a need for boundaries and limits. Not that it made dealing with a thirteen-year-old any easier.

The governess was not much liked in the village. She was too tall, too fond of books, too grave, and, a curious thing, never smiled unless there was something to smile at.

How is a magician to exist without books? Let someone explain that to me. It is like asking a politician to achieve high office without the benefit of bribes or patronage.

He had discovered that it was easier – far easier than any one could have supposed – to make oneself mad, but like all magic it was full of obstacles and frustrations. Even if he succeeded in summoning the fairy (which did not seem very likely), he would be in no condition to talk to him. Every book he had ever read on the subject urged magicians to be on their guard when dealing with fairies. Just when he needed all his wits, he would have scarcely any wits at all.

I have no cause to love Mr. Norrell- far from it. But I know this about him: he is a magician first and everything else second- and Jonathan is the same. Books and magic are all either of them really care about.

Mr Norrell was very well pleased. Lord Liverpool was exactly the sort of guest he liked – one who admired the books but shewed no inclination to take them down from the shelves and read them.

Could soldiers read? Mr Norrell did not know. He turned with a look of desperate appeal to Childermass. Childermass shrugged.

Then Mr. Norrell roused himself and took down five or six books in a great hurry and opened them up - presumably searching out those passages which were full of advice for magicians who wished to awaken dead young ladies.

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

The way I look at it, movies are a different medium for storytelling than books.

I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home.

I'm a thirty-something gay man with a dodgy heart. I sell books for a living. Who wants to read about that?

There, long forgotten by me, were several glass-front cases loaded with books. I dropped the broom and approached slowly, my pulse quickening in excitement known only to book lovers in the advanced stage of addiction.

She'd only set my mouth, giving me her taste for called saints, good books, and angry men.