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“He was giving her the most important thing he could, the only way he knew how. He was a professor, a lover of stories,…

— Jennifer E. Smith

“Her mind was like her room, in which lights advanced and retreated, came pirouetting and stepping delicately, spread their tails, pecked their way; and…

— Virginia Woolf

“Her glittering nails and dangling earrings made her seem fragile sometimes, like something delicate, but then I'd find her standing alone on the roof…

— Amanda Sun

“The walls were lined with shelves, and she insulated their nest with volumes collected over the years. Their decor was the many colorful spines.”

— Kenneth Calhoun

“She carried a notebook with her everywhere and brimmed with ideas. She often woke in the night and switched on the light to scribble…

— Josephine Moon

“By the way, I adore my bedroom, but do you think I could have the curtains washed? I believe they are red; and I…

— Stella Gibbons

“He was a professor, a lover of stories, and he was building her a library in the same way other men might build their…

— Jennifer E. Smith

“And what he didn't understand is that she was a library full of adventures in every corner and compartment.”

— Rand

“This was the doorway to the heart of the Great Keep. The one place any son of Lila Jane Evers Wate would instinctively find…

— Kami Garcia

“...after our weekly trip to the library, she cleared the top of her dresser and set out her week's reading, stood them on their…

— Eleanor Brown

“..her eyes were the color of faraway love her arms were matching topazes her lips moved soundlessly in the coral light and ultimately, she…

— Pablo Neruda

“But to her, libraries were like hotels: secret villages inhabited by passing strangers from a thousand different worlds brought together just for a few…

— Simon Montefiore