“You end up becoming someone you see in the eyes of those you love.”

“Someone who lives alone, I thought. You end up becoming what you see in the eyes of those you love.”

“You end up becoming what you see in the eyes of those you love.”

“Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”

“Someone once said that the moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.”

“The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.”

“This place is a mystery. A sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it & the soul of those who read it & lived it & dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down it's pages, it's spirit grows & strengthens. In this place, books no longer remembered by anyone, books that are lost in time, live forever, waiting for the day when they will reach a new reader's hands, a new spirit...”