michaelaiden @michaelaiden@mas.to
Joined Feb 2021
I like to imagine that, on the day after my last, my library and I will crumble together, so that even when I am no more I'll still be with my books.
When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic, yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.
Nothing was truly unbearable if you had something to read.
He wasn't an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about.
The greatest gift is the passion for reading.
It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites,
it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind.
It is a moral illumination.
Men, I thought, were more trouble than they were worth. Really, one should stick to books where one sees the hero coming a mile off.
The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.
You can never, never have too many books
Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.
Remember, the past need not become our future as well.
Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.
My life - my personality, my habits, even my speech - is a combination of the books I choose to read, the people I choose to listen to, and the thoughts I choose to tolerate in my mind
A book is more than the sum of its materials. It is an artifact of the human mind and hand.
The words you can't find, you borrow.
A fool may buy all the books in the world, and they will be in his library; but he will be able to read only those that he deserves to.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
I think it’s the books that you read when you’re young that live with you forever.
For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.
For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.
The walls of books around him, dense with the past, formed a kind of insulation against the present world and its disasters.
Joined Feb 2021
