The world of books: romantic, idle, shiftless world so beautiful, so cheap compared with living.

The world of books: romantic, idle, shiftless world so beautiful, so cheap compared with living.

I have never been able to wear a hat. My hair is peculiar in that it grows so fast that any hat I put on instantly leaps from my head.

I only really love a book when I have read it at least four times.

Only a fool would make the bed every day.

I like a new clean book, freshly bound, particularly when I am the first to read it. I like dirty books - where other people have been before me, slipping fried eggs between the pages as markers - rather less.

There are people whom one loves immediately and forever. Even to know they are alive in the world with one is quite enough.