“This book has awoken something in me. I don't know what it is, but it feels good.”

“I don't know what it is you see, and I don't know what you're feeling, but when you bring her between us, something happens inside of me.”

“What is a great love of books? It is something like a personal introduction to the great and good men of all past times. Books, it is true, are silent as you see them on their shelves; but, silent as they are, when I enter a library I feel as if almost the dead were present, and I know if I put questions to these books they will answer me with all the faithfulness and fulness which has been left in them by the great men who have left the books with us.”

“Another reason it would be a good invention is that there are so many times when you know you're feeling a lot of something, but you don't know what the something is.”

“I want to hold onto this funny thing. God, it's gotten big on me. I don't know what it is. I'm so damned unhappy, I'm so mad, and I don't know why. I feel like I'm putting on weight. I feel fat. I feel like I'm saving a lot of things, and I don't know what. I might even start reading books.”

“I have a feeling that this is going to be a good year.""What makes you think so?""I don't know... It just has all the appearances of a good year.""Have you looked in all the corners?”