“My books are a word feast.”
“To the loved, a word of affection is a morsel; but to the love-starved, a word of affection can be a feast. ”
“No matter what our age, we ought to never stop eating books, for books are the feast of the imagination.”
“All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.”
“Feast or famine. My plate is suddenly full.”
“The words of my book are nothing, the drift of it everything.”