Bernard Berenson Quotes

We never had books at home, but my dad, seeing how keen I was to read, took me to Islington Library when I was about eight and we pulled out two - a Biggles and a science fiction novel. I never got the ace fighter pilot but fell in love with all things to do with the future and space. Isaac Asimov soon became my guiding star.

I'm a bookworm.

One day, when I own a house, I'll keep a library full of books. Books are different from other possessions-they're more like friends.

Let every man, if possible, gather some good books under his roof.

As a child, I spent a lot of time at the library.

Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.

An ordinary man can surround himself with two thousand books and thenceforward have at least one place in the world in which it is possible to be happy.

My Alma mater was books, a good library... I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity.

I was teased if I brought my books home. I would take a paper bag to the library and put the books in the bag and bring them home. Not that I was that concerned about them teasing me - because I would hit them in a heartbeat. But I felt a little ashamed, having books.

I strongly believe that good books are the best home accessory.

I spent more time at the library than anyone my age when I was a kid.

My book collection is primarily in America, since that's where I've lived most of my life.

I love to get in the library and just spend days researching characters.

I come from a family of readers. Our house smelled of book.

In Liverpool, where I live, we have a brilliant library which has been refurbished, and I like going there.

I'm a pretty bookish person.

It was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home.

The library was one enormous room, with long, high metal shelves and the perfect quiet that libraries provide for anyone looking for an answer.

There was an extensive collection of cookbooks in the well-stocked library, and he took to pouring over these in the evenings.

But at night, when the library lamps are lit, the outside world disappears and nothing but the space of books remains in existence.

Library: A place where the dead lie.

…books are always good company if you have the right sort. Let me pick out some for you.' And Mrs. Jo made a bee-line to the well-laden shelves, which were the joy of her heart and the comfort of her life.

I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.

She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With wonder, she smiled. That such a room existed!

To start with, look at all the books.