I guess there are never enough books.

...no gift will ever buy back a man's love when you have removed his self-love.

Ever'body's askin' that. "What we comin' to?" Seems to me we don't never come to nothin'. Always on the way.

A man without words is a man without thought.

The design of a book is the pattern of a reality controlled and shaped by the mind of a writer.

Luck or tragedy, some people get runs. Then of course there are those who divide it even, good and bad, but we never hear of them. Such a life doesn't demand attention. Only the people who get the good or bad runs.

I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now--only that place where the books are kept.