Why buy a book when you can join a library.
Children play from the library of their imagination and it feels real to them.
You want weapons? We're in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world!
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.
Libraries are where we learn that we can live our lives through books.
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.
I loved to read, still do, and it seemed that the writing was a result of the love of books and reading and libraries.
You can't love a library of e-books. You can't furnish a room with e-books.
I'm really a library man, or second-hand book man.
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.
Books permit us to voyage through time, to tap the wisdom of our ancestors. The library connects us with the insight and knowledge, painfully extracted from Nature, of the greatest minds that ever were, with the best teachers, drawn from the entire p...
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 ...
