The more you learn, the less you fear.

The ways in which a book, once read, stays (and changes) in the reader's mind are unpredictable.

And if you had no tongue, no celebrating language, you’d do this: cross your hands at the wrist with palms facing towards you; place your crossed wrists over your heart (the middle of your chest, anyway); then move your hands outwards a short distance, and open them towards the object of your love. It’s just as eloquent as speech.

Reading is a majority skill but a minority art.

Reading and life are not separate but symbiotic. And for this serious task of imaginative discovery and self-discovery, there is and remains one perfect symbol: the printed book.

He didn’t really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of travel, and the memory of travel, but not travel itself.

Most people, in my opinion, steal much of what they are. If they didn't what poor items they would be.