“From all old seamy throats of elders, musty books, I've salvaged not a word.”

“In this huge old occidental culture our teaching elders are books. Books are our grandparents!”

“For the first time, I smelled her. I can't describe the smell. Flowery, yet somehow musty, like a beautiful woman with the soul of an old book.”

“They were old, their covers cracked and their bindings frayed, but as far as Gwendolyn was concerned that only made the words cocooned between their musty pages more precious.”

“It may sound dorky, but I love books--the feel of the paper, the old, musty smell, and especially the way the words roll over you and take you somewhere altogether different. They've been my escape as long as I can remember. Whether I need a break from schoolwork or my brother or just life in general, there's always a books that can take me someplace far away.”

“I've yet to find the exact word to describe the enjoyment that an evening spent riffling through old pattern books can bring.”