Moby Quotes

He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.

I suppose what one wants really is ideal company and books are ideal company.

Books were safer than other people anyway.

Not that she objected to solitude. Quite the contrary. She had books, thank Heaven, quantities of books. All sorts of books.

A little known fact: I read all the time. books were the one thing that got me out of Gatlin, even if it was only for a little while.

I entrench myself in my books equally against sorrow and the weather.

It is a most wonderful comfort to sit alone beneath a lamp, book spread before you, and commune with someone from the past whom you have never met.

Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people-- people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.

Books. I'd probably spend all my time alone and lost in books if I could. It's easier that way.

I lay on the bed and lost myself in stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyways.

For me, books have always been a way to feel less alone while being alone. Perhaps if I was depressed and isolated, just communicating with these authors through their sentences helped me.

Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.

That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.

One of the things reading does, it makes your loneliness manageable if you are an essentially lonely person.

I don't like to be alone, but I do cherish the moments that I'm alone with a good book.

Books support us in our solitude and keep us from being a burden to ourselves.

Books - the best antidote against the marsh-gas of boredom and vacuity

From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.

Reading a good book helps us to feel un-alone.

I crawled into my book and pulled the pages over my head.

He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends

From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.

My home was in a pleasant place outside of Philadelphia. But I really lived, truly lived, somewhere else. I lived within the covers of books.

The pleasantest of all diversions is to sit alone under the lamp, a book spread out before you, and to make friends with people of a distant past you have never known.

I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.