I demand that my books be judged with utmost severity, by knowledgeable people who know the rules of grammar and of logic, and who will seek beneath the footsteps of my commas the lice of my thought in the head of my style.
Children will not pretend to be enjoying books, and they will not read books because they have been told that these books are good. They are looking for delight.
Agatha Christie’s writing is incredibly skillful because her books are incredibly intellectually puzzling and challenging.
Think how slow would be your progress in learning without printed books: you could study only manuscripts, and those necessarily must be very few in number. Learn from this to value your books, and always handle them with care.
My parents were willing to let me follow my nose, do what I wanted to do, and they supported my interest by buying the books that I wanted for birthdays and Christmas, almost always poetry books.
My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned.
In my case, the long gaps between my books have got quite a lot to do with lack of confidence. A lot of the time when I’m not writing I start thinking I can’t do it.
My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.
For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.