Books Quote by Jennifer Lee Carrell

“The brown and charred rags that hung from the sides of it, I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books. They had long…

— H.G. Wells

“He flicked through the yellowed rough-cut pages and breathed its musty smell. It filled him with a strange excitement, as if he'd caught a…

— Joan London

“My mother, who would always buy her books new, hated it the vintage hardcovers with their cracked spines and threadbare cloth covers. True you…

— Jodi Picoult

“There was the stink of burning martyr in the air.”

— Lauren Groff

“The walls inside were charred from some ancient fire, blackened and lichened and weathered hard, smelling faintly of a smoke so old there may…

— Jean Hegland

“The ancient pages rose among the others, palisaded with strange letters and words, the faint script hardly more readable than the footprints of birds.…

— Lawrence Norfolk

“The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void.”

— Cormac McCarthy

“it was the rotten fabric woven by evil, the overnight sham bulwarks of enemies of the people; it would burn to ash at the…

— Christina Stead

“It was a large room, heavily outfitted with the usual badly ventilated furnaces, rows of bubbling crucibles, and one stuffed alligator. Things floated in…

— Terry Pratchett

Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

— Margaret Stohl

“This mystery of use without consumption, of warmth without combustion, seems like magic, but was merely an ingenious application of the art now happily…

— Edward Bellamy

“preferring to live in the dusty ashes of what he'd once been than to risk the flames”

— Kathryn Shay