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

Every reader has found charms by which to secure possession of a page that, by magic, becomes as if never read before, fresh and immaculate.

At night, here in the library, the ghosts have voices.

Our books will bear witness for or against us, our books reflect who we are and who we have been, our books hold the share of pages granted to us from the Book of Life. By the books we call ours we will be judged

In a library, no empty shelf remains empty for long.

The love of libraries, like most loves, must be learned.

Deadlines comes as a surprise....superb: a new genre, in fact, combining the pleasures of list-making with that of last-minute eaves-dropping.