“Houses are like books: so many of them around you, yet you only look at a few and visit or reside in fewer still.”

“Very few people know where to look for happiness; fewer still find it.”

“I cannot imagine not reading. Some books, of course, are like lovers; you go to bed with them once and fall asleep immediately...But other books become house guests. THey take up residence in the rooms of the mond and never leave.”

“Books can be passed around. They can be shared. A lot of people like seeing them in their houses. They are memories. People who don't understand books don't understand this. They learn from TV shows about organizing that you should get rid of the books that you aren't reading, but everyone who loves books believes the opposite. People who love books keep them around, like photos, to remind them of a great experience and so they can revisit and say, 'Wow, this is a really great book.”

“You've done so many things and read so many books. Do you still believe in happy endings?" "Oh my Lord, yes." Bernadette's hands were pressed against each other like a book, like a prayer. "I guess I would. I've had about a hundred of them.”

“I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that the delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it.”