Libraries raised me.
A library outranks any other one thing a community can do to benefit its people. It is a never failing spring in the desert.
You are a total stranger and you want to take my library book.
[Public] libraries should be open to allβexcept the censor. [Response to questionnaire in Saturday Review, October 29 1960]
The old man was peering intently at the shelves. 'I'll have to admit that he's a very competent scholar.' Isn't he just a librarian?' Garion asked, 'somebody who looks after books?' That's where all the rest of scholarship starts, Garion. All the books in the world won't help you if they're just piled up in a heap.
There are many horrible sights in the multiverse. Somehow, though, to a soul attuned to the subtle rhythms of a library, there are few worse sights than a hole where a book ought to be.
The library is like a candy store where everything is free.
You don't spend your life hanging around books without learning a thing or two.
Reading is important. Books are important. Librarians are important. (Also, libraries are not child-care facilities, but sometimes feral children raise themselves among the stacks.)
Ultimately, the number of books always exceeds the space they are granted.
The library in summer is the most wonderful thing because there you get books on any subject and read them each for only as long as they hold your interest, abandoning any that don't, halfway or a quarter of the way through if you like, and store up all that knowledge in the happy corners of your mind for your own self and not to show off how much you know or spit it back at your teacher on a test paper.
In my fool hardy youth, when my friends were dreaming of heroic deeds in the realms of engineering and law, finance and national politics, I dreamt of becoming a librarian.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
The room is warm and smells like dust, and just the presence of so many books makes it easier to breathe. Itβs remarkable how being around books, even those youβve never read, can have a calming effect, like walking into a crowded party and finding it full of people you know.
anyone whoβs worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.
There were two sets of double doors leading out of the antechamber, one marked STACKS and the other TOMES. Not knowing the difference between the two, I headed to the ones labeled STACKS. That was what I wanted. Stacks of books. Great heaps of books. Shelf after endless shelf of books.
Shelving books incorrectly is as good as stealing them. It's almost worse.
Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.
Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read.
He helped the Librarian up. There was a red glow in the ape's eyes. It had tried to steal his books. This was probably the best proof any wizard could require that the trolleys were brainless.
