It was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home.

When you handle books all day long, every new one is a friend and a temptation.

You are a total stranger and you want to take my library book.

Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.

Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.

My grandma always said that God made libraries so that people didn't have any excuse to be stupid.