The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.
Second-hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.
Never lend books, for no one ever returns them; the only books I have in my library are books that other folks have lent me.
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
I couldn’t live a week without a private library — indeed, I’d part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I’d let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.