I used to get upset if somebody I didn't like loved a book I loved. That's MY book, I'd think.
I used to think then that all the tragic events of life were written down in books and that what went on outside was just diluted crap.
I wanted to live among books.
I was sixteen and my mother was about to throw me out of the house forever, for breaking a very big rule, even bigger than the forbidden books. The rule was not just No Sex, but definitely No Sex With...
I'll tell you something, said Francis,urgent with shoe lace, if we keep on saying things weren't when we know perfectly well they were, we shall soon dish up any sort of chance of magic we may ever ha...
If nothing else, school teaches that there is an answer to every question; only in the real world do young people discover that many aspects of life are uncertain, mysterious, and even unknowable. If...
In any of my pages in any of my books may life a perfect account of my secret experience of the world.
In my view, nineteen pounds of old books are at least nineteen times as delicious as one pound of fresh caviar.
In the dream, Tana's mother loved her more than anyone or anything. More than death.
In this age of censorship, I mourn the loss of books that will never be written, I mourn the voices that will be silenced-writers' voices, teachers' voices, students' voices-and all because of fear.
In this instant of danger they realized they were each other's reason for living, and into this instant they threw their whole being.
Instead of filling in the blanks, I wanted to be blank and be filled in.
It hardly matters why a library is destroyed: every banning, curtailment, shredding, plunder or loot gives rise (at least as a ghostly presence) to a louder, clearer, more durable library of the banne...
It is odd, isn’t it? Whenever I read something interesting, I tear out a piece and keep it as a talisman until I find something new to replace it with. It’s a sort of superstition. I did it once and i...
It was a high ceilinged room with tall, large-panes windows. Apart from the doorway was the desk where book had been checked out in days when books were still being checked out. He stood there for a m...
Just aiming a speely input device, or a Farspark chambre, or whatever you call it... a speelycaptor... at something doesn't collect what is meaningful to me. I need someone to gather it in with all th...
Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is colour that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.
Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.
Little mouse, a voice said through the keyhole. Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?
Love the great narcotic was the revealer in the alchemist's bottle rendering visible the most untraceable substances. Love the great narcotic was the agent provocateur exposing all the secret selves t...
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