Ah the dreams of being a writer… They always smell of old…

“What dreams we have and how they fly Like rosy clouds across the sky; Of wealth, of fame, of sure success, Of love that…

— Paul Laurence Dunbar

“Ah, dreams which even thoughts must not touch - so wonderful and sacred they were.”

— Susan Glaspell

“In rooms scented by dust, leather, and stone, she turns in the last of her father's dreams for her - that she will become…

— Kristin Hannah

You can't say, I won't write today because that excuse will extend into several days, then several months, then... you are not a writer…

— Anonymous

I think there's a time as a writer when you want to see the best things in life, and you go out wherever you…

— Tori Amos

“There was the smell of old books, a smell that has a way of making all libraries seem the same. Some say that smell…

— Scott Douglas

“They sat in a row on the couches and in wheelchairs listening to the radio, their faded eyes fixed on the fish or on…

— Thomas Harris

opening the book, i inhaled. the smell of old books, so sharp, so dry you can taste it.

— Diane Setterfield

“I just love the smell of an old book store and the feel of the crisp pages along my fingertips.”

— Leah Spiegel

“At one moment we deplore our birth and state and aspire to an ascetic exaltation; the next we are overcome by the smell of…

— Virginia Woolf

“That, too, was in the air itself -- a whisper of apology when the smell of the soil carried. There should be pumpkins in…

— Christian Crews

“When she opened the door, the happy ringing of the silver bell above her head and the smell of old books welcomed her like…

— Angela C. Blackmoore

“SHE LET US INTO THE house, which had the subtle smell of old wood and old wool—as I used to imagine Victorian homes smelled…

— Neal Stephenson

Even a cup of coffee tastes so much sweeter because you've come once again out of the, literally, out of the edge of death,…

— Christopher Koch

William Maxwell's my favorite North American writer, I think. And an Irish writer who used to write for 'The New Yorker' called Maeve Brennan,…

— Alice Munro