Books Quote by Marcel Proust

“During those days, both the bed and my little rickety table were swimming in notes and scribbled-over manuscripts that I took turns working on,…

— Knut Hamsun

“All English stories get bogged down in whether or not the furniture is socially and aesthetically acceptable.”

— A.S. Byatt

“This is all a tale of an older world and a forgotten countryside. At this moment of time change has come; a screaming line…

— John Buchan

“I loved the landscape, the heat, the unhurried days, the fragrant and languorous nights. But there was something else, too; a sense of belonging…

— Marie Jakober

“This was the place, the place I would have come on my own wandering binge, come here and lodged like a marble in a…

— James Crumley

“this library is another desert. A wasteland of words instead of sand.”

— Stephen R. Donaldson

“Lovely and unremarkable, the clutter of mugs and books, the almost-empty Fig Newtons box, thick dishes in a big tin tray, the knife still…

— Marilyn Hacker

“More than anything, this place feels familiar. I bury my hands in the hot sand and think about the embodiment of memory or, more…

— Raquel Cepeda

“Books lay on the floor in literary dunes.”

— Anonymous

“But all over-expression, whether by journalists, poets, novelists, or clergymen, is bad for the language, bad for the mind; and by over-expression, I mean…

— John Galsworthy

“I've met the folk that have the perfect garlands and sprays and wreaths, the folk that live in Williamsburg-style houses. And I've met the…

— Lisa Samson

“I think of these desert years of mine, not of my choosing. Maybe if it were all smooth and comfortable, if my pride and…

— Luci Shaw