On less lucid evenings, every library is a haunted cemetery.
Libraries offer, for free, the wisdom of the ages--and sages--and, simply put, there's something for everyone inside.
Shout for libraries. Shout for the young readers who use them.
Children play from the library of their imagination and it feels real to them.
I like libraries. It’s a comfort that knowledge can be saved for so long.
I'm grateful that I've enjoyed the support of libraries, bookshops and institutional funders.
...when an old person dies, a whole library disappears.
Accessible local libraries are vital to communities and to children.
With the scale of our traffic, content library and monetization ability, we are confident to see profitable growth in the future.
In my world there would be as many public libraries as there are Starbucks.
Libraries are the one American institution you shouldn't rip off.
Libraries can in general be too narrow or too wide for the soul.
I got kicked out in grade school because I staged a riot because I wanted more library time.
I'm not comfortable being preachy, but more people need to start spending as much time in the library as they do on the basketball court.
A newspaper is a circulating library with high blood pressure.
It was four o'clock of a stickily wet Saturday. As long as it is anything from Monday to Friday the average library attendant goes around thanking her stars she isn't a school-teacher; but the last day of the week, when the rest of the world is havin...
Fourteen is the age when time first starts to make its presence felt. Time took on such a variety of hues in those days that even my frozen mind sometimes reflected the colours of the world around me, and I could feel my thoughts fluttering in the hu...
Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks ...
Shara was already an avid reader by then, but she had never realized until that moment what books meant, the possibility they presented: you could protect them forever, store them up like engineers store water, endless resources of time and knowledge...
Almost immediately, I found the red door into the library. I opened it idly- and the breath stopped in my throat. It was the same room I remembered: the shelves, the lion-footed table, the white bass-relief of Clio. But now, tendrils of dark green iv...
