I like books. I thought you liked books." "Let's be…

“He mumbled soft, sweet words that twined around Indy’s heart like beautiful gift wraps, each word a present for his starving soul.”

— Nora Phoenix

“It was like the sun had reached a part of Indy’s soul that had been dark and shaded for so long. Josh had given…

— Nora Phoenix

“She lay on the bed to read a novel; she wanted to forget that bitter conversation and be carried along by the plot, but…

— Alejandro Zambra

Id always been a big reader, and I loved books, and I always thought writing would be a great way to get by in…

— Donald Ray Pollock

“Books, she thought, grew of themselves. She never had time to read them. Alas! even the books that had been given her, and inscribed…

— Virginia Woolf

“A bonfire of the books. The thought curdles me. Some say my species is imperishable, but they lie, for ours is a chilling, provisional…

— James Morrow

I read some books, and I thought, 'This is better than sliced bread!' and a month later, I couldn't remember thinking about it. And…

— Diana Gabaldon

“He just thought quietly, 'So this is love. I see, I was wrong about it too', thinking as he had thought before and would…

— William Faulkner

“Books. The more I thought about how to stop and get myself back together as one sane, whole person, the more I thought about…

— Nina Sankovitch

“Books, he thought, were a sort of migratory bird. Here they rested a while, weary of their travels, before taking flight again, before moving,…

— Lavie Tidhar

When I was very little, say five or six, I became aware of the fact that people wrote books. Before that, I thought that…

— Fran Lebowitz

Granddad was superstitious about books. He thought that if you had enough of them around, education leaked out, like radioactivity.

— Terry Pratchett

One of the things I learned, one of the strangest things, is how to think. There was nothing else to do. I couldn't see…

— Abraham Pais

Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination

— Anonymous

I remember one letter from a girl in a midwestern town who read one of my books and thought she had discovered it- that…

— J. P. Donleavy