“There is something nice about a library, isn't there?" Mr. Curtis said. He nodded and took in the familiar scenery. "The scent of ink and worn, dusty pages.”

“You can't throw kindling on a fire and deny you kept it burning. And right now, cowardice is that kindling.”

“I have a right to my anger, and I don't want anybody telling me I shouldn't be, that it's not nice to be, and that something's wrong with me because I get angry.”

“Nothing is more impotent than an unread library.”

“Collect books, even if you don't plan on reading them right away. Nothing is more important than an unread library.”

“It was done the day you took me to that house in Bryanston Square, she said. Or even, the time before that, when you bought me tea. We stood in the sun, and you closed your eyes and I looked at your face...I think it was done then, Julia.”

“Dulu kalau aku tak begitu, kini bagaimana aku?Dulu kalau aku tak di situ, kini di mana aku?Kini kalau aku begini, kelak bagaimana aku?Kini kalau aku di sini, kelak di mana aku?Tak tahu kelak ataupun duluCuma tahu kini aku beginiCuma tahu kini aku di siniDan kini aku melihatmu”