My genius is not so frail a thing that it cowers from the dirty fingers of newspapernen.

Our clients' faces, with the customary outward paleness and inner glow of the book lover.

What better way to get to know someone than through her choice and treatment of books?

Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic. As one tends the graves of the dead, so I tend the books. And every day I open a volume or two, read a few lines or pages, allow the voices of the forgotten dead to resonate inside my head.

Of course I loved books more than people.

People with ambition don't give a damn what other people think of them.

Boys do not leave their boyhood behind when they leave off their school uniform.