Quotes About Books

by allowance and loving with personal love. This distinction applies to books as well as to men and women; and in the case of the not very numerous authors who are the objects of the personal affection, it brings a curious consequence with it. There

If a book is well written,I always find it to short.

Oh! No, I only mean what I have read about. It always puts me in mind of the country that Emily and her father travelled through, in The Mysteries of Udolpho. But you never read novels, I dare say? Why not? Because they are not clever enough for you—gentlemen read better books.

I declare after all ,there is no enjoyment like reading!!

There is no enjoyment like reading!

There is no other enjoyment like reading

I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than that of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.

When I first came to London I became a Life Member of the London Library. London life was costly, but I felt that, if the worst came to the worst, with a constant supply of books and a small dole for tobacco, I could cheerfully face the Workhouse.

Then Ruskin came. I showed him our small library. He looked at it with disapproving eyes. " Each book ", he said gravely, " that a young girl touches should be bound in white vellum." I thought with horror of the red moroccos and Spanish leather that had been my choice. A few weeks later the old humbug sent us his own works bound in dark blue calf!

When I was young, I knew that, somehow, I would go to Africa and live with animals. And I wanted to write books about them. I don't think I spent too much time wondering exactly how I would do it. I just felt sure that the right opportunity would somehow come. I didn't feel frustrated because I could not go a really long trip while Rusty was still alive. It would have seemed like a betrayal. And while I waited I went on learning.

Spring, about the horrific damage caused by the use of DDT." "That book really did help start a movement," I agreed. "The right book or the right film at the right time really can change the culture. Al Gore's An Inconvenient Truth is another example. Books like Michelle Alexander's The New Jim Crow and Bryan Stevenson's Just Mercy have

Covers, so many covers, so many different, delectable pictures, and although, metaphorically speaking, it is the thing I hate most, when it comes to literature I always judge books by their covers. First the cover will catch my eye, then I read the back of the book, and then finally the first page.

The first place I go in someone's house is their bookshelves. You can tell exactly who they are.

The place she felt happiest, the place she found her solace and joy, was in the pages of books. She

As far back as I can remember I would escape from my humdrum world by burying myself in books--the one true love of my life when growing up.

Still, it is books that are a key to the wide world; if you can't do anything else, read all that you can.

A book? he asked. Yeah, remember before television and computers we used to do this thing called reading?

I'm a book junkie. When I retire from wrestling I'm going to open a mystery bookstore." "Can you make a living selling mysteries?" "No. Nobody makes a living selling mysteries. The stores are all fronts for numbers operations.

took a look at the bookstore lot, filled to capacity with the exception of a few slots

I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.

Mother prescribing her books like medicines. A good dose of Whitman would set me straight, like castor oil. But at least she was thinking of me. I existed once more.

Mother prescribing her books like medicines. A good dose of Whitman would set me straight, like caster oil.

Mother prescribing her books like medicines. A good dose of Whitman would set me straight, like castor oil. But at least she was thinking of me.

Then she spent her evenings curled up in her small boardinghouse room, poring over the pages. It was her only escape to a bigger, more interesting world. There are no prison walls if one has books, she had read someplace. But even so, her days and nights often were lonely.