There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches.
Ray BradburyA book has got smell. A new book smells great. An old book smells even better. An old book smells like ancient Egypt.
Ray BradburyThe wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats. Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows' Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.
Ray Bradbury