“Books are like bacon for the mind.”

“No one wants to do it with a chick who smells like bacon." Her brow creases. "Everybody loves bacon.”

“Between them, the baby still cries. It's like a game of steal the bacon, where no one wants to take the bacon.”

“I like eggs and bacon," George tells me. "But" - his face clouds - "do you know that bacon is" - tears leap to his eyes - "Wilbur?”

“Meek young men grow up in libraries believing it their duty to accept the views which Cicero, which Locke, which Bacon have given, forgetful that Cicero, Locke and Bacon were only young men in libraries when they wrote those books.”

“Roger Bacon held that three classes of substance were capable of magic: the herbal, the mineral, and the verbal. With their leaves of fiber, their inks of copperas and soot, and their words, books are an amalgam of the three.”