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I judge the quality of my work by the quality of the people that follow it. If my readers are the most amazing people on Earth, I am surely doing a very good job and I have all the right to be proud about it.

I just love the way those old-time authors like Mr. Dickens or George Eliot (who was actually a woman, in case you didn’t know) stop smack-dab in the middle of the story and say stuff like, “patient reader,” and then give some little side comment.

I just knew there were stories I wanted to tell.

I just love the smell of an old book store and the feel of the crisp pages along my fingertips.

I just read few books, and this books made a magic in my life.

I kissed my fingers,held my palm flat beside my mouth and blew it into the air that surrounded her memory. I closed my eyes, thinking this was one of those moments you see in movies or read about in books where everything comes together.

I knew all about reading a lot. About how it could take you to a world what was better than the real one. A world where there were adventures and mysteries and magic. Except, of course, books ended eventually, and then you had to go back to being yourself.

I knew books to be objects that loved to cluster and form disordered piles, but here books seemed robbed of their zany capacity to fall about, to conspire. In the library, books behaved themselves.

I keep wondering what would have happened if his unquiet mother had hoarded books instead of semiautomatic weapons.

I know I'm not inspiring much confidence at this point, but there's something else I thought I'd bring up.” She lifted her eyes to him. “I love you more than I love books.

I know having a job can sometimes be very challenging, but not having one can be too.

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

I know of a private library containing several thousand volumes, which are organized neither alphabetically nor chronologically, but where the owner has instead determined the juxtaposition of hierarchy of all the books according to pure personal preference - and yet so organically has the whole place been arranged and so sovereign an overview does he have of his entire collection that he can effortlessly pick out any particular tome that someone has asked him to lend them.

I know of good people with black hearts. I know of bad people with big hearts. It isn’t always what it seems. Generalized boundaries are convenient to categorized judgements. There is more to what it appears. I know of oceans that doesn’t quench a thirst and little ponds of quenching thousands. Let the good play the God and bad play the devil. For I know of Gods bringing dooms and death.

I know that any book, when read at the right moment, might make my life better, might give me a greater understanding of the universe and all the other people in it.

I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.

I know these things. I'm always right. It's got nothing to do with logic: I just feel it. For example, when I'm really close to you like this, I'm not the least bit scared. Nothing dark or evil could ever tempt me.

I know there are people who don't read fiction at all, and I find it hard to understand how they can bear to be inside the same head all the time.

I learned from the age of two or three that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there to read in, or be read to.

I learned to write by reading the kind of books I wished I'd written.

I left the bank because they wouldn’t deposit my cheque of poems. So I went to the store, but they didn’t accept my currency of words. So I boxed all my stories and took them to charity. But they refused my donation and asked me to give blood instead. I opened the notebooks and made them look, 'What do you think I wrote these in?

I know what loves are trembling into fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes hither and thither; how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted; I have been torn apart.

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

I learned to build bookshelves and brought books to my room, gathering them around me thickly. I read by day and into the night. I thought about perfectibility, and deism, and adjectives, and clouds, and then foxes. I locked my door, from the inside, and leaped from the roof and went to the woods, by day or darkness.

I KNEW I MUST do all as I was told, yet something burned inside me, a seed of defiance that must have derived from a long-ago ancestor. Perhaps my mind was inflamed from the books I had read and the worlds I had imagined.

I like home. It’s warm and there are books.

I liked reading biographies of writers, even if (as was the case with Monsieur Rabelais)I'd never read any of their actual writing. I flipped to the back and found the highlighted quote ("NEVER USE A HIGHLIGHTER IN MY BOOKS,

Il faut avoir un côté rêveur pour apprécier les livres, en tout cas au début.

I like ethics." The question of morality, how and why do people behave in certain ways. "And the principle of knowledge." I continue, "I've read this one." I show him On Certainty (book) by Ludwig Wittgenstein wrapped in my hand. "An intelligent one, that is, though, modern mind rarely appreciates such kind of writing. Not any more. I studied philosophy myself, and you know what I think? Every branch of knowledge needs philosophy for it helps to organise the flow of ideas and articulate meanings. I could not agree more to that. "Do you think it will be deserted one day?" "Probably. Nobody will bother about it any more, just like history. What is the only thing people become more interested in nowadays?" he asks. "Making money." His thumb rubs repeatedly over the tip of the index finger. "Philosophy and history are considered as eccentric. They don't usually offer people high income, and that's the inexorable reality. We've got to deal with it anyhow.

I like facts, I like books, I like films... but you still know the few from everything about me.

I like paper.

I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.

I like to read books one after another. Immerse myself in a book, and then immerse myself in the next book, and just keep going until there aren't any more books left to swim in. That's why I hate when authors die. I cannot stand it. There will be no more books forthcoming from that person. Their future books died with them. In the past I have found a series of books and loved it so much that all I wanted to do was read and read and read those books for the rest of my life. Then I would find out that the author was dead. Had in fact been dead for many a year. This has happened to me several times.

I like the sounds of words. Words are very enjoyable. I like words because they are... seductive. And I like words because they can contain... fantasies.

I lived between my music and books, on the whole a rather unwholesome life for a boy to lead. I dwelt in a world of imagination, of dreams and air castles--the kind of atmosphere that sometimes nourishes a genius, more often men unfitted for the practical struggles of life.

I live within the world of books.

I like to imagine that, on the day after my last, my library and I will crumble together, so that even when I am no more I'll still be with my books.

I live more than a thousand lives... through the eyes of the characters I read in books.

I'll have enough books when they fill my room like the stars fill the sky.

I lived within the cover of books and those books were more real to me than any other thing in my life.

I like a lot of books. I like reading books. I don't have time to read very much now in terms of the books, but I like reading them.

I like something warm under the covers. Books are cold comfort.

I'll live to be one year younger, because I can't stand the idea of a world without you in it, and die buried beneath an avalanche of my own books.

I'll make a book on learning how to be a complete moron someday, and I'm sure no one will buy it, because everyone will have mastered that already by the time I gather enough moronism to process it into digestible upgrade instructions for your average village cyborg-idiot.

I like to look around me and see all the books, all the possibilities. I don’t ever want to be the smartest person in the room. As long as I have books around me, I won’t be.

I long ago abandoned myself to a blind lust for the written word. Literature is my sandbox. In it I play, build my forts and castles, spend glorious time. It is the world outside that box that gives me trouble. I have adapted tamely, though not conventionally, to this visible world so I can retreat without much inconvenience into my inner world of books.

Lolita is famous, not I. I am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable name.

I look over my old books, happiest when I find a line it seems I could not have written.

I love a book which never ends in my head, even though- a thousand times, it has been read!

I love to go the library to borrow books. But I also enjoyed buying books to create my sacred library.